#got so hung up on what to caption this due to the actually knowing things about the funeral industry

[jumpscaregoose]

formaldehyde, via arterial injection

[maks-punchout-hyperfixtion]

"do you ever shut up?"

thanks to atypical-artisan for helping with the errors!

given that it's a mini story i'll post it here to, but for those who like ao3 stuff i'll give the link here

story in undercut!

The locker room was pure bliss and quiet, with only a cat and water bowl in the entire room. Well that ended as Ardin slammed the door open, prideful of her victory against the cat's owner.

“Maybe train harder and you can win a world fight one day Vicky.”

“I am begging you to actually shut up.” Vicky muttered as she headed to her locker. “Hi Katz. Hope you didn't feel too lonely.”

Vicky petted Katz, who let out a satisfied purr, as she proceeded to open her locker.

“You're just upset that I won and you didn't.” Ardin said, slightly in a mocking tone as she opened her locker and took a bag out. “And I would love to keep rubbing it in. But i got shit to do so goodbye ‘emper-”

Ardin ran right into the door backing up just a bit to comprehend what was happening.

“The feck?” “what?” “The bloody door is stuck?” “Wh-”

ardin kicked the door, which still wasn't moving.

“The damn thing is stuck!”

“What?! How the hell? came in!”

“The devils light. algún nombre español al azar? Im not even gonna try to pronounce this one- jesus fuck aran where did you get these?” “Oh like i'm rattin’ anyone out to you, lucky.” “I'm more impressed by how you kept crates in your locker than anything.”

“They put fireworks in front of the fucking door.” Ardin muttered.

“You can hear?”

“Barely.”

Ardin backed away from the doors.

“Normally I would just set the damn things off but i'm very certain lucky is there and well they aren't livin’ up their name in the “don't get hurt” department.”

Vicky rolled her eyes.

“And worst is that the other exit is the gyms and that's getting a deep clean. Any ideas?”

Ardin held up a phone.

“Call them?” “Yes! Cal- wait a fucking minute.” Vicky patted her pockets before snatching her phone back.

“You shouldn't have that in the ring ya know.”

“For your information it was- ah damn it. It's dead.”

Vicky placed her phone in her pocket before turning to Ardin.

“Left mine in my bike.”

“What?”

“Under the seat is hollow so I can put bags and whatever in it.”

Ardin walked over to her locker and opened it.

“In due time they're gonna move those damn things to the basement.”

Vicky muttered, before looking over at Ardin. Curiosity getting the best of her.

Ardin wasn't one to allow her locker to be seen for some reason. So the fact she was crouched down definitely gave a spot to look in it. Vicky walked over just enough to see the inside.

It was very neat. Literally there were six different first aid kits on the locker well. A clear space where her bag would have gone.. oh hey that's why, she had a whole bottle of liquor stashed in the corner. Her gloves were neatly hung up, weird Vicky didn't notice her take them off, she shrugged and started to walk to her locker when she saw the locker door.

It had pictures on it, lots. Some were of Aran, some of Andrew who Vicky didn't recognize much, some of two other people, one of the two being lucky, And some of a couple of birds, with captions of lunar under a yellow one and solar under the black one, and a dog, who had no captions. The only stand outish picture was one that had two sticky notes on the end covering two people up. With one having Angel wings and halo while the other had devil horns and tail. Curious Vicky tried to take them off.

Only for the locker to slam shut and Ardin looking pissed.

“Now I know feckin' better than to assume your dad out there didn't teach you not to touch people's shit!”

She shouted. Vicky immediately backed up at that, not really knowing what to say as Ardin’s eyes showed icy glares. After a bit, Ardin rolled her eyes, growled, and picked up the liquor bottle and slightly shut the door.

“You uh know you shouldn't-”

“oh please you and those mystery rules you have, what's next you're gonna see my hair is not up to code? Give me a break.” Ardin Opened the bottle and took a swig at it.

“Ok but that's still bad!”

“God, do you ever shut up! You know this is why you and your father are 2nd in the Minor circuit!” Ardin turned and looked at Vicky. “You're too obsessed with your looks, you criticize others unwarranted, and you are actin’ like you're one of the feckin' officials!”

Ardin shouted before grumbling something and headed to the sinks. Vicky was shocked at the whole altercation. And just sat down on the bench as Katz jumped up to her.

The two sat in silence for a good while, not much to say after something like that, outside the purring from Katz. Looking at the time it was nearly 10.

“God, we've been here a while.” Vicky thought. Before sighing and going over to Ardin, holding Katz like a doll.

“Hey Ardin, uh.”

Ardin gave a glare, and her hand moved into a position where her thumb was the ceiling. Vicky had a sense of dread loom over her.

“Uh, I just wanted to say sorry.”

Ardin had a look of confusion as Vicky said that.

“I know I tend to be. Um, what's the word?”

“Annoying and obnoxious?”

“..right..”

Vicky looked awkwardly at the mirror, not really knowing exactly what to say before Ardin sighed.

“Lass you don't need to apologize.”

Vicky looked very confused as she turned back to Ardin.

“Huh?” “Look.”

Ardin pushed the bottle away before looking at Vicky.

“It was an overreaction. On my part. You were just curious and-”

“No, it was completely reasonable.”

Vicky placed Katz on the counter as she said that.

“It was your stuff. I shouldn't have tried to mess with it. And you're right.”

Vicky placed her arms on the sink.

“I’m constantly nagging folks about everything. I know I shouldn't, they aren't kids in the rookie league but you know I just worry about them.”

“oh i know that feeling.”

Vicky did a double take on what Ardin said before looking at her bewildered.

“Huh?” “Well not with everyone. Just a few.”

Ardin grabbed the bottle and jokingly offered it to Vicky, who refused.

“And those few are?” “Me brothers, caff, and zoid.”

Vicky had a more confused look, before she opened her mouth Ardin put a finger up.

“I can explain them.”

She took another swig of the bottle before pushing it away.

“Look. Me brothers should be oblivious. Aran is constantly cheating, getting his arms hurt at least once a week, and Andrew? Hah that guy couldn't even keep his anger under control if he wanted.”

Ardin looked at the mirror, albeit almost lonely.

“Caff and zoid are another story. Zoid is just 17 years old, vic. She doesn't know what could happen to her here. Sure we are very close to the Canada border but c'mon that's not comforting to someone with common sense. And caff…”

Ardin sighed before looking at Vicky again.

“Don't tell me you don't think something off about her.”

Vicky was more concerned and confused now than ever.

“I think you had enough..” “no i'm serious! You ever see her around for long? You ever notice how every lost seems to have her go emotionless in rematches? How she looks at her coach with fear?”

Vicky took a moment to process that. Come to think of it, Caff was actually scheduled for a fight this morning but nobody actually seen her after it. Actually the fact ardin noticed all that.

“Wait, how did you notice all that and not any of us? I'm certain raven would have stepped in if she saw it.”

Ardin had a look of upset and pain before she covered her face. “Cause those were the same fucking reaction me siblings had with dad.”

Vicky looked shocked upon hearing that. As Ardin just sighed.

“I. I can't go into details but it wasn't anything physical. The bastard was just a drug Loving drunk who oh so loved to put his insecurities on us. Roree and Andrew specifically.”

Ardin reached for the bottle but Vicky just pulled it away.

“Ardin. Why didn't- “

“cause frankly it didn't matter. But it landed them in situations they shouldn't have been in, you know me and lucky aren't the only ones who needed a hospital stay? I'm glad the bastard’s dead but.”

Ardin bit her hand which caused Vicky to automatically pull it away. Ardin just pulled back.

“But what?”

Ardin looked down before sighing.

“The last time he was bailed out by my mother was the last day we seen either of them alive. Drunk driver crashed into them. He died instantly, and he just had to drag her with.”

Vicky looked at Ardin with pity for a bit.

“I wish we could trade mother's then.”

Ardin looked at Vicky.

“Ah right your dads single. What happened to your mom?” “Oh nothing as bad as she deserved.”

Ardin was shocked to hear that Vicky was always kind when talking about others so this was a surprise.

“Sorry sorry. I know that's out of character but- but she's just one of those I can't see redemption in.”

Now Vicky was the one taking swigs out of the bottle before she continued.

“She's still alive. She left me and dad when I was around 7. Wanted nothing to do with me. Wanted her own mini her! Can you believe that? So when she tried everything and it failed she sent me to military school. Jokes on her dad got me into boxing class.”

Vicky chuckled at that part.

“She left a year before the school closed. Then we moved here and never saw her again.”

Ardin put a hand on Vicky's shoulder before yanking the bottle away.

“You had enough.”

There was a pause before both of them started laughing, mainly at the whole thing.

“God what is this therapy? We get trapped in the locker rooms and next we're complaining about our parents!”

Vicky said, causing concern in katz.

“Fuck sake really. This is the weakest either one of us has been huh?”

Ardin went back to her locker and put the bottle away. The two stopped laughing eventually but another thing hit them as they looked at each other.

“Let's um. Let's just take this to the grave, ja?” “Ay you read my mind- uh is that smoke?”

Ardin pointed at the door as Vicky walked over and looked at it.

“And..sparks?”

The two looked at eachother, and remembered that the door opened both ways.

“I suggest we take cover.” “Yeah that's a good plan.”

The two dashed off in different directions just as a firework shot into the room. More to follow. Vicky grabbed Katz and hid under the sinks while Ardin hid in the showers. Colorful lights blinding the two as they closed their eyes, vicky shielding Katz eyes and ears, until they suddenly stopped. A ringing was still being heard as Ardin got out of the shower. Located vicky and pulled her out from under the sinks just as lucky popped their head in.

“What the- you both were in here the whole time?!” “Yeah! Did you all forget or what?!”

Deedee walked in, trying to put a small flame out and looked at the damages.

“Honestly we didn't know how heavy those things actually were. Or how fragile they were to just go off. What the hell were you two doing in here without calling us anyways?”

Vicky and Ardin looked at each other before shrugging.

“Asking the other if they ever shut up.”

[the-firebird69]

They're preparing federal charges for what Trump is putting in the news a lot of it is illegal you cannot announce the candidate is winning in the polls when he's not it is illegal to do that in the media against civil law and in this case is a violation that is a criminal the violation and it is because it is to affect the outcome of the election and it's against the election law and it is not freedom of speech because you are modifying the results you can try and sway public opinion in the media but you cannot misinform them of what the stated results are Trump and you keep doing it and you're a massive ball you're trying to hold on to these companies and you don't hold on to anything but we do know what you're doing you're trying to download information as you saw the companies and like a week or two before by threatening our son and we do understand that your data gets compromised.

-we are in receipt of several threats from Trump to our son we are going to negate all of them we are also in receipt of several of his outlandish threats against public figures as Donald Trump and we have it on video and we're going to send it to the FBI and we've taken it from a source that is having a say that and it's not Biden who's saying and it's one of your enemies who hates you and you can't say these things in public because you are an influencer just as if you were just a YouTube influencer you can get thrown in jail for what you're saying and the key will be thrown away episode 3 and four begin today of the season 1 watchmen television program and there's only one season it ran and they pulled it off the air because it's so rude because you're so stupid and you ran the watchman TV series yourself and you got hung and you are real surprise so you made the character and you were surprised at me it was made just like in the movie and people were laughing at you because you're following the movie scripts where you actually get shot and hung and they say that guy is actually very stupid it has a lot of money so they're going after your money

-there's a lot of other things happening one of those things happening is John remillard is getting the s*** kicked out of him and he's getting beat up wherever he goes they told him not to go to the apartment and they're beating him up in the same with Dave AKA Dan he's getting beat up wherever he goes there's a couple more things

-the 2013 Chrysler 300 is not up for sale and Donald Trump is holding on to it for dear life he's trying to do something to it no he thinks it's worth everything and he's moron and he's flying over the helicopter again and our son says what's going to happen to him is he's going to smash it into a armored car with him in it and that movie series has started and he's in denial Terminator 2 starts tonight due to today's events he's going after Tommy f facilities to take them over and he's getting people out of these companies and he's telling them to leave the company and to take the green or red pill just get the hell out of there.

-several other things are happening the mayor of punta Gorda has announced he's going to step down but privately to his people and his people are quitting and it's kind of a lame thing to do it's like South Park and there's still plenty of food in the cafeteria that's that's been cooked

-there are a few other things that are happening the pseudo empire is taking the reins here people who had firearms were arrested and they went to their homes and took their firearms and stashes and captions are being rated and the tunnels all over Charlotte county and we are of course doing the work too and the max are doing some foreigners minority more lock everybody who gives a damn is taking these people apart and it's working it's a huge team.

-there's several individuals in the neighborhood who need to leave and they don't think so they're going to mount another offensive to try and get to Florida and the United States anyone they wanted to coincide with the freeze out which they find out was going to be like 2 weeks from now and they can't wait.

-there are a few more things happening we are in receipt of several threats on her son which are to ding him we're going to remove them one of them is they're screwing around with the apartment again the sewer the electrical the cable the landlord and we're really really sick of it so we're going after them now and we're going to take over some of these items believe it or not these pseudo empire is going to be attacked and then they will counter and they won't last much longer they're not big enough they're about 6% of the morlock and most of them are left don't like them the rest of them are 34% of the world's population and it's coming down to them trying to take everything and not taking it it's going on today that they are going to be attacked shortly at their bases in the Eastern hemisphere they started bombing again up to 35% of the military installations are wiped out and 20% of the civilian areas and attracted them

We're going to publish now it's important

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

Edwards exploit?

Man, what is there to say about this one that hasn’t already been said?

I mean, one day some jamoke is gonna make a video saying that they don’t actually like this episode and that it’s lame, and a big user is going to foolishly give it exposure via bitching about it on Twitter, and the fandom will go up in flames (like, more so than the usual blowup). But me? Nah, even I’m not that contrarian.

Besides, I love it. It makes me happy, though perhaps for odd little bits that aren’t meant in any way to be the focus of the episode. Stuff like

Duck and BoCo’s angry faces

the shot of Edward with Bill and Ben

the shot right before the storm breaks out where Edward goes under the bridge—the curvature of the track there is absurd, but screw realism, it makes the train look so sinuous and pleasing

the sheer blackness of the night in the final scene or two with the brilliant white lights

Also the shot of the train on its way again during the “and he listened happily to Edward’s steady beat, as he forged slowly but surely ahead” line, it’s just such a thoroughly pleasing little bit—I keep meaning to make a good gif of it some day because visually those two seconds are definitely among some of the most comforting in film history. Why must Edward be so friend-shaped. I’m asking really.

Caption 1: seriously, this one bit of track curves right-left-right-left three times, WHY

Caption 2: "Okay, David, catch me at my good angle! 😇"

Yes, everyone who’s been in the fandom for six months probably already knows the “inaccuracies” in the adaptation, but I’m not too hung up on them. Like it’s very cool that we have so many Trainz adaptations and Exploit!models where people literally destroy their overpriced 2Ps for the accuracy?? and I’m grateful and I’m satisfied with this fan content supplementing the episode. Besides, when I was a kid we only had select episodes from S1-3 on VHS, and man, stuff like Thomas’s bent front and Edward’s siderods taken off—that was honestly pretty metal for us. The Flying Kipper crash was obviously more serious, but as far as, like, “special effects” went? It was these two episodes that brought the macabre fascination, due to the visible damage. I can remember parents commenting on those two details too, in fact I think they brought it to our attention. Like wtf, they broke the toys! Wild! (Then we got into some Season 4 stuff and were spoiled for these more innocent days, lol. Peter Sam’s and Thomas’s head-on collisions took the damage portrayed on screen to a whole new level.)

Also, as I’ve mentioned before, while there are several sentences in the original text that I wish the adaptation retained (Edward being so thrilled when he gets the train moving that his wheels start to slip all over again, omg—my boy!), there are also a couple of cuts I agree with actually. I prefer the happy quietude of some of the moments in the end of the adaptation to the “cheers to the echo” of RWS.

Bertie’s little bit at the beginning is pleasant enough but also unnecessary, especially when you consider that this obligatory-cameo-to-meet-a-quota-of-Bertie-appearances-this-season replaces this immortal RWS opener:

Edward scolded the twins severely, but told Gordon it served him right. Gordon was furious.

Like, I am in no way excusing Gordon, but I do think this exchange is interesting context for the following scene. As in I don’t think Gordon really believes what he’s saying; when he’s piqued he sees everything in the most negative light; when he’s in a good mood all the sudden it’s “my dear Edward” and all that. Gordon said it himself to Sir Handel—he has a lot of feeeeeeeelings. Nobody understands that. ;)

Another small detail in this notorious scene that I think gets overlooked is Duck saying “You’re all jealous!” For one thing, I think he means they’re jealous that Edward got this job; the comment implies one of those standard tiresome arguments in the preceding week about who would get the enthusiasts’ train and then who should get the enthusiasts’ train. And I dunno, the thought amuses me. Perhaps because a few hours later in the storm Edward is audibly thinking that the whole gig was entirely overrated. (I feel like next time this sort of thing came up Edward would’ve been all like, “BoCo, do you want it? We don’t want a repeat of last time.” And BoCo’s all *affectionate eyeroll* “No one goes to the island of Sodor for a diesel-hauled railtour, Edward.”)

Now, for all I’ve overanalyzed the effect of the opening “station scene” and how the changes affect how people read the character dynamics, I must still give the TV adaptation major props—their changes make this scene far more interesting and just generally watchable. I mean, though I do enjoy the realistic sidings of the RWS illustration, the TVS blocking of the "action" here is iconic:

Plus omg, the drama of it all, everyone talking about Edward while he’s just struggling to get that train started is a fascinating hook. (Certainly the writers of the show never got over this dynamic!) And, I have to admit, although it changes the characterizations a little, it’s not any huge stretch to have Gordon, Henry, and James be that shameless. It doesn’t distort the reality of RWS canon the way that Season 5 and beyond… *waves hand helplessly in the general direction of the mess*

However, and I wondered this even as a kid before I’d read any RWS, but in that scene why doesn’t Duck give the train a push to start? He’s Thomas and Percy’s successor at this point, so isn’t it part of his job? Always bugged me a bit, but then again these days I am amused to rationalize this and to imagine that Duck considers preventing the big three from bullying others to be among his duties, and in fact sometimes he gets so into it that he forgets some of the more bread-and-butter things. Yes, his old mates on the Great Western might be appalled at his new priorities, but then they didn’t have Gordon Henry and James to deal with, now did they??

Right, so like half of this post is now about the station scene... but honestly that’s fair. It’s worth saying again: The adaptation did a really good job with that. They take some pretty below-average obligatory set-the-stage RWS dialogue and somehow turn it into quite a memorable little scene. *tips hat respectfully*

[imagineredwood]

Atonement

Summary:  Miguel gave you strict instructions; instructions that you went above and beyond to disobey. Now you have to deal with the consequences.

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x reader 

Warnings: Implied sexual content, sex toys, Dom/sub undertones, punishments

Word count: 2,960

A/N: How are y’all feeling about this one?

“Miguel, come on!”

The cartel leader shook his head as he shrugged into his jacket, his face showing no empathy for you nor any remorse.

“You disobeyed me and now this is your punishment. There will be no negotiations.”

He had been overwhelmingly busy this week, working hard to clean up his public image and make sure that future business partners were convinced that he was legit. Between architecture and agriculture, he had rubbed elbows and shook hands with many people this week and he knew that he needed to be focused for it. That was why he had asked you to make sure you only reached out to him if it was an absolute emergency. For anything else, you were to call Nestor or one of the other guards.

So when his phone had begun buzzing, the screen showing that you were trying to facetime him, he had gotten worried and excused himself from the meeting, only to answer the call and be confronted with the sight of you laying in your shared luxurious bed, toys scattered all around you as you writhed and arched, the most mischievous smile on your face. Miguel had hung up without a word and had given you what you had thought was your punishment.

But this morning you had woken up to the sound of him locking up the safe, your toys now secured behind the near-impenetrable metal. He had also erased your plan before you had even said it out loud.

‘I changed the code so you can’t get in. Don’t even try.’

And now he was going away for business, not due to be back for another four days. All the while you were expected to not use any of your toys, and it hadn’t mattered how much you had begged and pleaded; the boss had not budged.

With that, he was grabbing his sunglasses from the top of your shared dresser and keeping them in his hand. Taking three steps toward you, he reached forward and placed his hand on the back of your neck, binging you forward toward him. His lips were warm and soft as he pressed them first to your lips and then to your forehead.

“Be a good girl and I’ll make it up to you when I come back home.”

Your pout was pronounced as you looked at him through your lashes, voice small and persuasive.

“But daddy…”

Miguel sucked his teeth before giving a small chuckle, impressed with you hard you were trying.

“Usually that will work but not this time, baby. You’re just gonna have to suck it up. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before teasing me when you know I need to be focused on these new business deals.”

He was pulling away from you then and walking out of the bedroom in silence as you trailed behind him all the way down the stairs and to the front door, Nestor already by the car waiting for him outside.

“Miguel, please. Just let me get one out. Just one.”

He did not even respond to your plea, only told you that he loved you as he walked out of the door, your frustration growing more and more with each passing second. With a huff, you closed the door behind him and stalked inside, trying to think of something else to get your mind off the fact that other than your fingers, you had no way of bringing yourself pleasure, at least not how you were used to. And as luck would have it, the knowledge that you had no access to your assortment of bliss had you craving them even more than normal.

You walked around the house and tidied up, dusting, and organizing, rearranging your perfumes on the beige marble bathroom counter. You made a snack and sat outside to feel the wind on your face. You did everything you could to try and get your mind off the punishment that you had been dealt out, but it didn’t seem to be working. You still felt needy as ever and your phone lighting up with a text from Miguel did not help. Opening it up, you saw the little airplane emoji that he always sent when he was already taking off and you grumbled.  How dare he leave you here without any toys? You felt yourself growing irritated about it again, the brat in you firing up.

Then you had a thought.

And if Miguel had still been there, he would have known that the smirk that appeared on your lips meant trouble.

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You hummed to yourself cheerfully as you walked back inside, package in hand. You had spent a good hour late-night scrolling through your favorite site for toys, picking out a new one and you did not hold back. If Miguel wanted to leave you high and dry, you would just have to make do. So, you had bought the expensive toy that you had been eyeing for months; the one Miguel said you couldn’t get because he wanted you to wait until he got it for your birthday.

You had decided in your bratty nature to buy the toy regardless, spending the extra money to have it overnighted.

And used his card to purchase it no less.

You knew Miguel wasn’t going to be upset about the money as that was no object. It was the principle and the flat-out, premeditated disobedience. That was what was going to get you into the biggest trouble. You took the package to your bathroom and then set it up with his card next to it, snapping a quick photo before sending it to Miguel with the caption ‘Hope you don’t mind. You always said to use the card for whatever I need.’

With your death warrant now signed, you put the phone to the side and began unboxing the toy, cleaning it thoroughly. You were setting it down to dry when your phone buzzed, Miguel’s reply waiting to be read. Your heart was stammering in anticipation and it took you a handful of seconds to pick the phone back up. When you did it was a quite simple warning.

‘Leave it in the box. If it’s still packaged when I get back, I’ll make it easier on you.’

Your heart skipped a beat. It was easier when you were making the choice to make things harder for yourself. You were already done for now though and you knew it as you looked over the shredded box it had come in. There was no way for you to fake it or even cover your tracks and with a sigh, you reached for the toy, the anticipation of what Miguel was going to do to you once he returned making you sweat.

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The days flew by soon enough, Nestor was texting you that he and Miguel were on their way, ten minutes out.

Of course, your bratty attitude had faded quickly after you had found your release and it did not take long for the guilt to settle in. You felt bad for being disobedient and you felt bad for using his card to do it. The prospect of whatever punishment he was going to unleash on you also did nothing for soothing your worries and you found yourself in a position that was familiar.

Guilty and remorseful now that you had gotten what you wanted.

You knew Miguel wasn’t going to actually be mad at you, nor would he ever deal out a punishment that you weren’t ok with, but that didn’t make the anticipation any less intimidating. You had done everything that you could do try and weaken the blow when it came. You had followed all his other rules, including never leaving the house without a guard, keeping your phone on at all times, and making sure to eat well-balanced meals throughout your days, not just quick snacks.

You had a good feeling that those things wouldn’t matter though.

Soon enough the front door was opening, and Miguel was walking through it along with Nestor, both dressed down and looking somewhat tired after the flight. You smiled as they walked in, both men returning it. It was already well into the evening and dinner was ready, the table set. Nestor walked past you first, leaning down for a quick hug before closing and locking the door behind Miguel. Now it was Miguel’s turn and you stepped toward him hesitantly, trying to read the room. He smiled as he saw you, appearing as if nothing were wrong. Almost as if he had forgotten your transgression, though you knew that was never the case.

The cartel boss hugged you tightly, pressing a kiss to your lips that was just as full of love as it always was, and you relished in it. Pulling away, he smiled as he took a deep breath, smelling the food.

And then just like that, he was walking away from you and toward the kitchen.

With brows knitted, you followed behind him, not used to him leaving you alone so quickly after coming back home and not seeing you for days. He was sitting down at the head of the table as per usual, unbuttoning the first two top buttons on his shirt and rolling up his sleeves. The cook was already plating and serving, and you happily trotted over to take your seat next to your husband as you did every night, only for him to shake his head and point to the seat exactly opposite of him at the furthest end of the table.

“You can sit over there tonight.”

He didn’t even dignify you with a look, simply began arranging his silverware as he waited for his plate. You on the other hand stood like a fish out of water, not even knowing what to do or think. Nestor was beginning to make his way over and so Miguel spoke again with a lower tone.

“Did I stutter?”

Consumed by confusion, you relented and made your way over to sit where he had instructed, Nestor’s dark brow arching as he saw you in such an unfamiliar place at the table.  Not daring to question Miguel, he simply took his own seat, and soon dinner was in front of everyone.

You sat and ate, listening to Miguel and Nestor talk between bites as they went over plans for this next coming week. Something about a meeting on Wednesday in the morning and you smiled internally, thankful that since it was in the morning, it wouldn’t conflict with your weekly Wednesday evening ice cream plans. Swallowing your bite of food, you inquired about Miguel’s trip.

“How was the flight, babe?”

Your question fell on deaf ears however, Miguel simply picking back up the conversation with Nestor that he had started, ignoring you entirely. You and Nestor exchanged a look, the guard’s eyes leaving yours quickly and returning to his plate, not feeling like getting in the middle of whatever the two of you had going on. You realized then that this was going to be your punishment and despite there not being any overstimulation or spankings, you could quickly tell that this was going to be one of the worst punishments you had ever been dealt out.

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It was bedtime now and you were doing your skincare when Miguel came into the bathroom, stepping up to his sink right beside you and beginning to brush his teeth. With your moisturizer and serum done, you washed your hands quickly before coming up behind him, wrapping your arms around his bare middle.

“I missed you.”

Miguel mumbled around his toothbrush and continued with his dental hygiene. He had kept up the charade all night and you were desperately hoping that he would put a stop to it by the time you were both slipping into bed. You held onto him as he finished up, wiping his mouth, and then drying his face before standing. You stayed holding him, pressing small kisses to his back in hopes that he would take pity on you. Your voice was small as you apologized.

“I’m sorry for not listening and for being a brat.”

It sounded foreign coming from you; usually, you could pay for your forgiveness with your body. You weren’t used to having to apologize. At least not for being a brat. The cartel leader simply turned around in your arms and you smiled, figuring that the punishment was over only for him to hold onto your elbows and gently remove your arms from him, walking away from you and into the bedroom to go to bed.

Once more you stood like a statue with your mouth open, unable to believe that he was ignoring you still. The behavior stung for a moment and then it made you irritated, that remorse and need for forgiveness from earlier disappearing. With a huff, you stripped everything off and then made your way into the bedroom behind him, Miguel already in bed facing away from your side and giving you his back. You climbed in bedside him and tried to snuggle up into him, voice sultry and wanton and you stroked his bare skin.

“Miguellllll. Please baby, just talk to me. I missed you.”

The man shrugged you and stayed facing away if only to stop you from seeing on his face how badly he wanted you.

“Go to sleep, mi amor.”

He paid you no mind after that, not even when you rolled over onto your back and began to run your hands over your naked body, wishing desperately that they were his. Your soft moans and whimpers made him rock hard, but you couldn’t tell, his discipline and self-control top tier. You tried and tried but to no avail. Giving up, you grumbled and covered yourself with the blanket, muttering out a goodnight and not expecting a response.

“Goodnight. I love you.”

That little bit of reciprocation made you smile, and you knew you would be able to crack him by tomorrow.

“I love you too.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

It was now three days since your punishment had begun and all battiness had evaded you. You no longer wished to be a pain, nor did you want to keep pushing his buttons. You just wanted to have your husband back. You wanted to have him cuddle and caress you the way he always did. To hold you for a full half-hour in the mornings when you wake up. To let you sit on his lap while he does paperwork at his desk. To press kisses to your forehead while telling you how important you were to him before bed. You missed it all, and with eyes that were due to fill with tears at any moment, you walked yourself into his office. He looked up as you entered, his eyes flinching as he saw the sadness in your features. There were a few tense moments of staring at each other before you cracked and walked over to him. He stood as you made your way over, not an ounce of defiance in you anymore.

He faced you as you came to a stop in front of him, eyes dark and warm as they looked at you. You stood defeated, fully aware that you had lost this one.

“You’ve made your point.”

Your voice was quiet, a touch of misery audible. Miguel simply chuckled, never taking his eyes off you.

“Have I?”

You nodded, looking at him through your lashes, hands clasped together in front of you.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I fucked up.”

“Yeah, you did.”

You nodded once more, struggled with trying to apologize as he stared at you, waiting.

“I shouldn’t have facetimed you that day when I knew that you were busy, and I shouldn’t have gone around my punishment.”

“And?”

You winced and looked down, laughing nervously.

“And I shouldn’t have used your card to buy the toy.”

“And?”

You sunk down further and further into yourself with every prompt, uncomfortable to say the least.

“And I shouldn’t have rubbed it in your face by sending you the picture.”

Miguel stayed looking at you for a handful of seconds with an unreadable face before nodded, his shoulders relaxing some from their raised position of dominance.

“So, what do you say?”

You didn’t hesitate, knowing that it was best to simply get it over with.

“I’m sorry and I hope you forgive me. I promise I won’t ever do it again.”

He stared at you for a little while more, putting on the heat before he let the side of his mouth lift slightly. His hand reached out to you, cradling the side of your face gently. It was the first affectionate touch you had received from him in the near four days after your fuck up and it felt so good you could cry. Eyes closing on their own, your head leaned into his touch, your own hands coming up to hold his where it was. You nuzzled into his palm as much as you could, the cartel leader letting out a soft sigh of content as he watched you relish in his touch.

“You had to learn your lesson.”

You nodded, eyes still closed for a moment before you opened them.

“I did.”

Miguel nodded himself and offered you a loving smile, tugging you into him.

“Then all is forgiven.”

He was hugging you tightly then, his own eyes closing as he enjoyed the sensation of having you in his arms again.

“That was harder for me than it was for you.”

You scoffed and shook your head against his shoulder.

“Doubt it.”

He chuckled, happy to have things back to the way they should be.

“Maybe you’re right.”

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[orange-waterfalls]

...Happy New Year?

Darkiplier x gn!reader x Wilford

A/N: I am so disappointed and surprised that I haven’t written anything poly yet are you KIDDING ME. Does it take me 5 months to write a single fic? No. Might take me that long to find motivation and SINCE I don’t wanna be an ASSHOLE who takes requests and then DOESN’T WRITE THEM I’m probably gonna take a bit to think and figure out what I wanna do here with the blog. Uhhh reader is a retail worker who’s just. Tired and stressed. Dark and Wil decide to comfort them because good boyfriends are good! TW: mention of weed. And suggestive phrases? Also cursing. That’s it. Rated T. Enjoy and have a happy New Year everybody!

Word Count: 2.7k

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“Do you have to?” Wilford all but whined when you got ready for work. Except he did not whine because he does not whine because he is Wilford Warfstache, thank you. “It’s New Year’s Eve!”

“I’m fully aware what day it is, hon,” You said in a very soft voice because you knew Wilford had to be let down gently or he’d be grouchy for the next few months. “That’s why I’m not working overtime. Hopefully. Maybe I can get Sara to take over my shift, she’s not doing anything tonight. I wish I could’ve taken the morning shift, I do.” Darkiplier appeared next to Wilford, looking just as desperate.

“Can you not just… not… go?” Dark suggested, trying not to sound too needy. He knew that he failed by the look you gave him.

“I have to work, boys.”

“Do you though?”

“Wilford...”

“I can get you money.”

“Are you suggesting illegal activities, Mr. Warfstache?”

“We are not… besides stealing.”

“Wil.”

“We could pawn off Mark’s stuff, it’s probably worth a lot!”

“Both of you, stop it!” You said in a stern voice. They both looked like kicked puppies and you felt a little bad about it. “I’ll get home when I get home. You know I love you. If I never had to leave you, I wouldn’t. But I gotta, ok?”

“Kissies?” Wilford asked, tapping the tips of his fingers together. Darkiplier looked at the motion and back at his own fingers, seemingly trying to replicate it. You stared at his hands for a moment, watching the struggle with a resigned sort of curiosity. Wilford also stared at them until he couldn’t take it anymore and just put his hands over Dark’s.

“Just-Just… stop.” He said gently. Dark lowered his hands and they both looked back to you. You shook your head.

“I’ll be back before midnight. Order some takeout, please.”

“Sure thing, boss!” Wilford saluted.

“Goodbye, darling.” Darkiplier gave a little bow. You smiled warmly, walking over to the two. Darkiplier turned his head and you kissed his cheek. You tried to do the same for Wilford, but he turned his head back at the last second to catch your lips in a kiss. Additionally, he grabbed your face to keep you there. You pulled away and gently smacked his cheek before heading back to the door. Darkiplier glared at him a little. He stuck his tongue out in response.

“Bye! Love you!”

“We love you too, babes!” Wil called, wrapping his arms around Dark’s neck and leaning against him. Dark waved a goodbye to you. You shut and locked the door behind you. 

“Wil?” Dark said after they stood like that for a while.

“Yep?” Wil responded with his cheek squished to Dark’s shoulder.

“If you’re gonna cling to me we could at least lay down.”

“Cuddle time?”

“Sure. Cuddle time. Come on.” Dark tried to walk to the three’s shared bedroom, but Wilford wouldn’t let go. He quirked an eyebrow at the reporter. “Wil?”

“Yes?”

“May you… let go?”

“No.”

“Wil.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Wil…”

“No.”

“We can’t cuddle if you don’t let go.”

“Lies. Deception.”

“Wil, please, work with me here.” They looked at each other. Wilford slowly removed his arms from around the other man’s neck. Dark caught one of his hands, bringing his palm to his lips and gently kissing his hand.

“Someone’s feeling affectionate!” Wil exclaimed. Dark intertwined their fingers and gave his hand a squeeze before finally walking to the room.

The bedroom had mostly shades of black, white, and blue decor, apart from the fluffy red pillows you just had to have, along with a few stuffed animals. Darkiplier had his office with his red and black velvet and Wilford had his own… wherever he hung out, so they didn’t mind you choosing the colors. Anything to stop Wilford from painting the walls yellow of all colors. 

Wilford turned around and pulled Dark in by his waist, swaying in a little dance. 

“What are you doing?” Dark tried and failed to conceal his smile and laugh.

“Dancing with my lover, what does it look like?” Wilford nuzzled their noses together.

“I thought you wanted to cuddle.”

“I do.”

“Then why are we dancing?”

“Can’t we just dance for a bit?” Darkiplier pulled back and looked at Wil, who was currently avoiding eye contact. He sighed.

“Feels a little weird without Y/N?” He asked. Wilford hummed, still not looking him in the eye. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I do want to.”

“We can wait until they get home, it’s really not--”

“I do want to…”

“But?”

“Mm…”

“Want to prove you aren’t absolutely whipped?”

“Excuse you?!”

“It’s not a bad thing.”

“I am-- You-- Wilford Warfstache simps for NOBODY!”

“Says Mr. Hundred Dollar Pillows.”

“Listen here you son of a bitch--” Wilford backed away and held up a finger to explain exactly why he was no simp. Dark took the opportunity to push him onto the bed. “Ooh! Frisky!”

“Shut it.” He climbed into the bed next to him. Wilford draped himself across Dark’s chest, nuzzling into him. They sighed contentedly. 

“Dark?”

“Mm?”

“What did I do to deserve you two?”

“Me? You were nice and accepting. I still don’t believe either of us deserve Y/N.”

“Oh, come on, there has to be something.”

“Wil, both of us have killed multiple people. I think whatever good we’ve done will get canceled out.”

“...right.”

They lay like that for a bit, enjoying just being there. Suddenly, Wilford picked his head up.

“What’s happening? You have a look? What is that look?” Dark furrowed his eyebrows.

“I have the best idea!” Wilford jumped up and ran to the closet.

“What?” Dark sat up.

“We are surprising our lover with romance!” He threw Dark’s suit at him, picking out his own at the same time.

“...and suits?”

“Yes! Well, your suit. It makes you look sexy.”

“Wil.”

“Their words, not mine!”

“Why are we--”

“It’s New Year’s, Dark! They’re stressed! They’re tired! They deserve a surprise! Where the Devil are my suspenders?”

“Wil, I don’t think--”

“That’s right, Dark. You don’t think. You can just sit there and look pretty while Wilford Lovemaster Warfstache plans it out!”

“Lovemaster?”

“I was due for a new middle name anyways. Chop chop!”

Dark hesitantly put on his suit while Wilford looked for his suspenders. He looked in the mirror, deciding whether he looked… “sexier” with or without a tie. He eventually decided without, even popping a few buttons of his dress shirt. Wilford walked back in, wearing a hot pink button up, yellow suspenders, and a blue bowtie.

“...hot!” He said before walking up next to Dark and taking a selfie of the two. Dark looked over his shoulder and watched him send it to you with the caption ‘your two special boys!’. He caught a look at some previous messages.

“Wil, what’s poggers?”

“New-fangled lingo, don’t worry about it. Do we have roses? Ask Illinois to bring us roses.”

“Wil, what is happening.”

“ROMANCE!” He yelled, exasperated. “Romance is happening, Dark.”

“Romance… right.”

“And suits, precisely. Come on, order Chinese from that place they like.”

“...is this a good idea? Suits and chinese?”

“It’s a fantastic idea, now order the goddamn food.”

--

Darkiplier and Wilford sat on the couch in your apartment, reading a book they’d found. Wil was leaning on Dark’s shoulder with one leg draped over his. There was a little time until New Year’s, and they really wanted to spend it with you. Dark would never admit it, but he missed you. Quite a lot, actually. You’ve weaseled your way into his heart and now he’s a little dependent. Wil would proudly scream it to the world if he could. Dark would never let him.

Dark glanced up at the clock, seeing the 11:00 time. He scowled, closing the book and tossing it to the other side of the couch. He leaned his head back and sighed. He debated calling you with Wilford beforehand, maybe even just to hear your voice on the voicemail, but he was sure that would be too needy of him. He has a reputation to uphold, thank you very much.

“Miss your other lover, Darkipoo?” Wilfor teased.

“Obviously. I’m used to two heat sources, not one.”

“Oh, am I not good enough for Mr. Darkiplier?”

“I never said that.”

“You were thinkin’ it.”

“You can’t read minds, Wil, stick to your interviews.” He said in a faux-mocking manner. They smiled at each other.

Dark shot up from the couch the moment he heard your key in the lock. He adjusted his suit, squared his shoulders, and cleared his throat. He couldn’t help a smile as he held a white rose, Wilford doing the same as he held a pink one.

So, of course, they jumped a little when you slammed the door behind you.

“Uh. Darling? Are you--”

“I fucking hate EVERYTHING!” You yelled. Dark blinked. He glanced at WIlford, who looked just as surprised. You paced around the living room, looking like you were about to commit murder. He shuffled closer to Wilford, and leaned in.

“Wil, what are we supposed to do?” He whispered.

“Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.” Wilford said in a voice that told Dark he was quoting something.

“Wil, I don’t know what the fuck that is.”

“It-It’s a meme-Do you just not go on the internet? Ever? Nevermind, just follow my lead.” He grabbed the roses, putting them in a nearby cup of water. He walked over to where you were and gently grabbed your shoulders. “Here, darling, sit, tell us about it.” 

He led you to the couch and sat you down, sitting next to you. He snapped his fingers at Dark, pointing to your shoulders. Dark hesitantly walked over and started to massage your shoulders. You sighed a little, relaxing. Wil nodded and gave him a thumbs up.

“There were so many assholes today, man.”

“Mm-hm. Tell Wilford about it.”

“There was this guy who kept asking where this one thing that we didn’t have was, this lady kept insisting her coupons were not expired, don’t even get me started on Jared and Melissa.” 

“Who are Jared and Melissa?” Dark asked.

“Oh, FUCK Jared and Melissa!” You suddenly got to your feet again and started pacing again.

“Y-Yeah, fuck Jared and Melissa!” Wil agreed. “Who are Jared and Melissa?”

“Hell if I know, just go with it, I’ll get the takeout.” Dark patted him on the back.

“Angel wasn’t even there to talk to today, God, I miss them so much already.”

“Angel is the coworker who…”

“Oh, they have the cats, Socks and Mittens.”

“Oh, so Angie--”

“Angie is Angelo, and he smokes weed in the back. He’s cool too. He was too high to fucking function today, though.”

“So, uh, where was Angel?” Wil looked back into the kitchen and saw Dark loading up their plates with the food. Wil suddenly remembered that he was wearing a pink shirt. He didn’t know whether the stains would be prominent and he did not intend to find out. He snuck away into the bedroom to change. Suits were a bad idea, he should’ve listened to Dark. 

He changed into a T-shirt with the design of a suit and some grey sweatpants and somehow made his way back to the living room before you’d finished your first sentence. You noticed this, because you stared at his change of clothes.

“...weren’t you wearing a suit? Like an actual one?”

“No.”

“But-”

“I wasn’t.”

“You sent me a picture.”

“The, uh… suits were… part of a different… situation…” He said, not knowing what the fuck he was actually saying to you. You seemed to get something from it because you said:

“Ah. I see.” Before going back to your rant. Wil looked at Dark as he walked into the living room. He wasn’t wearing the suit jacket, only the black dress shirt. He also had black pants instead of the white ones.

Wilford nodded and whispered “Good choice.” Dark nodded and whispered “I told you so.”, so Wilford flipped him off. Dark sat the plates down while Wil pushed you down by your shoulders. You buried your face in your hands and groaned. Wil rubbed a hand up and down your back while Darkiplier poured drinks. You rubbed your face before leaning back and letting them drop. You looked down at the food. Then at Wilford. Then at Dark.

“Am I… missing something?” You said in a small voice.

“Hm?” Wil tilted his head at you.

“I feel like something was supposed to happen. Did I ruin your plans?” You frowned, starting to feel guilty. 

“No, no, darling, you couldn’t ruin anything.” Wilford shifted closer to you and put his arm around your shoulders, rubbing up and down your arm.

“You sure? It feels like something I could do…”

“You could never because anything involving you is perfect.” Dark whispered after he gently took your chin in his hand and turned you towards him.

“Booooooo.” Wil called.

“Wha?”

“That was so cheesy, Dark.” You smiled.

“So sappy. Disgusting.” Wil agreed.

“Shameful.” You both shook your heads.

“Both of you can fuck off.” Dark huffed and crossed his arms. You kissed him, gently holding his face in your hands, making him smirk.

“Hey! How come the edgy one gets a kiss kiss!”

“You tricked me this morning, no kiss kiss for you!”

“Dark! Tell them!”

“You heard them, no kiss kiss.”

“Wh-”

“Hey, I have an idea! Why don’t we eat and watch shitty rom coms!”

“Don’t you wanna watch the clock?” Dark asked.

“Not particularly…” You looked down and the smile left your face. Wilford and Dark gave each other a look before they each took one of your hands and squeezed them.

“Ok. We can do that.”

--

The three of you laid in bed, you and Wilford cuddling into either side of Dark. Countdown forgotten, already passed a while ago. Dark still had his dress shirt and you were still wearing your work clothes. Dark stared at the ceiling, focusing on the sounds around his. 

The fireworks outside.

The clock ticking rhythmically.

The soft and constant breathing from his two favorite people.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to push down all the bad and intrusive thoughts.

What if I hurt them? What if they decide I’m not good enough? What if I’m not good enough?

No. No ‘what if’s. That doesn’t matter. What matters is they love him and he loves them. 

He looked down at you, your soft face squished into his arm, and he smiled at the warmth that bloomed throughout his chest. He looked over at Wilford and sucked in a breath when he found him staring at Dark.

“...can’t sleep?” Wilford said in an uncharacteristically quiet voice.

“No, I just…” He took a deep breath. “I just…”

“Wha happened?” You slurred, waking up. Dark flinched.

“Both of you should go back to sleep.”

“Why’re you awake then?” Wilford challenged.

“I was just… thinking.”

“About?” You yawned.

“About… how much I… love you two.” Both you and Wilford froze and Dark’s breathing sped up, scared he’d done something wrong.

“Awww, he wuvs us!” Wil giggled.

“How much do you wuv us, Dark?” You crossed your arms on his chest, resting your cheek against them and looking at Dark.

“...a lot.” He monotoned, staring at the ceiling.

“Do you wuv us soooo much?” Wilford batted his eyelashes.

“I’m starting to love you less and less.” Dark growled.

“Awwww he does!” You laughed

“Go. Back. To. Sleep. Please.” Darkiplier begged because Darkiplier does apparently beg, who would’ve thought.

“Yessir…” you said, another yawn taking over the word. You got back into your previous position, your arms gripping his and pressed into his side. Wilford took a similar one, just a little further up. You fell back asleep after a little bit, but the other two stayed awake.

“Happy you have both of your heatsources back?” Wilford whispered, a smile evident in his voice. Dark sighed, closing his eyes and focusing on the feeling of both his loves holding onto him like a lifeline. A ghost of a smile crossed his face.

“Yes. I am.”

[ggukkiedae]

❝𝕀𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕠𝕠𝕡❞

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:

⇢ Episodes 7-8

𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜:

⇢ conversations written in italics are spoken in english. requests and feedback are highly appreciated!

⇢ script form (name: lines) are the interviews

EPISODE 7

her first cut for the episode is in the kitchen of the upper house where hobi stops by and pats her head

“need help?” “i’m good, oppa. you can go ask jinnie or yoongi oppa if they need help!”

she’s silently moving around the kitchen while getting everything she needs to make tteokbokki and grilled chicken skewers

then she heard them say they were gonna cook fried chicken instead so she looks right into the camera

“maybe i should make rabokki instead?”

she works around hoseok and jungkook while they make the batter and prepares all her stuff starting with marinating her small pieces of chicken

eventually, she’s starting on her rabokki when jungkook comes in to make sauce

“need help, oppa?” “you know that good chicken sauce?” “i got you”

she started dictating stuff out loud for him to follow while simultaneously working on her own dishes

he stands next to her, heating up his saucepan on the spot next to her rabokki. she jumps when he loudly asks for ketchup

“you’re so loud” she laughed and passed the ketchup bottle

“don’t pretend you don’t get louder than this” “true. try this. is it good?” “i’ll try yours if you try mine”

the two maknaes were just trying each other’s food more than they should have at this point

once she put the cheese on her rabokki and covered it, she moved to putting her chicken pieces and chopped up bell peppers onto skewers

when she finished that, she turned off the stove and moved her skewers outside

she watched in amusement while the others panicked over the fried chicken. she was peacefully grilling her skewers

when they went to score the chicken, she called out to them “make sure to check the first two knes you fried, too”

Miya: The oppas… sometimes get a little excitable. Cooking with them is pretty amusing because they usually know what to do, but something happens and makes everyone a little jumpy. It’s actually quite funny. We did it, though. It worked!

cut to when they’re eating and she smiles

she’s sitting across from yoongi struggling to open her can of beer until yoongi opened it for her

“how can you still look like a baby when opening a can of beer?” “the tab hurts my fingers”

her skewers were finished quite quickly, and so was the rabokki

after they joked about an edm version of the in the soop song, she finished the remnants of her beer can and stood up

“does anyone want a cocktail?”

hoseok cheered for her “ooooh makdungie’s gonna make us an adult drink”

she laughed and took three bottles of soju before skipping over to the kitchen

she pulled a large clear bowl from the cabinet and dumped in a lot of ice quickly followed by the soju. she pulled a few scoops of what looked like strawberry ice cream and mixed it into the bowl of soju

she frowned realizing she couldn’t carry it but jungkook walked in

“i’ll carry that, go get us some glasses, mimi”

she grinned at jungkook then took 8 smaller glasses from the cupboards

“a sweet drink to counter all the salt and strong flavors”

she scooped some for everyone, and they did a cheers to it

“ooooh you made this well, aegi” taehyung’s wide eyes made her giggle

“i saw it online!”

by the end of the night, she was on hoseok’s lap and in an endless fit of giggles especially when they were teasing namjoon to make him dance

the next day you they show a clip of her empty bed with the words “makdungie is gone?” on the screen

then you see her sleeping beside jungkook

Miya: The oppas made it a rule to never let me sleep alone after drinking. I don’t really know why? Maybe it’s because I’m a little clingier, or I think it’s an alcohol poisoning thing or in case I get sick. It’s pretty sweet of them, honestly.

she wakes up mumbling nonsense when hoseok cuddles her and jungkook awake

“makdungie, jk” “[incoherable]”

she sits up straight away though and starts rubbing her eyes “hobi oppa?”

and hoseok uwus because cute tiny baby aksjdhf meanwhile jungkook is still knocked out. he cups her cheeks and squishes them

“time to wake up, yoon-ah. i’ll leave the other maknae to you. head to the upper house, alright?”

when hoseok left, she turned to jungkook’s sleeping form and poked him. he groaned, so she just sprawled herself across his stomach, making him grunt

“hobi oppa says we need to wake up and go to the upper house” “right now?” “mhmm”

next cut of them is yoonmi on jungkook’s back while they arrive at the upper house

“maknaes, could you two clean up and set up the table? and bring ten bowls too?” “okay”

once she finished, she walked over to the camper van and slid in next to yoongi. she closed her eyes again, making yoongi sleepily chuckle

you can see her again when they're eating breakfast. her eyes are half-closed, hair going everywhere while eating, so taehyung had to tie her hair into a bun for her

she disappears for a while after breakfast which leads to taehyung asking yoongi where she went

“knowing her, she’s probably with her guitar at the dock”

then the screen cuts to yoonmi actually sitting on the dock with her guitar and laptop out

she’s strumming random melodies until at some point she’s just playing waste it on me

there’s a mini time lapse of her before she decides to get up and go back into her room to nap

the screen shows her cuddling up to her plushies and hiding her entire body under her blanket

by the time it was 7, yoongi comes over to her room to wake her up

“hey, princess. if you don’t wake up now, you won’t be able to sleep later” “hmm” “wanna come sit with me while i work?” “mkay”

she sleepily let yoongi pull her back to the camper van

Yoongi: I’m not sure how, but I know when to check on her. I just thought maybe she’s still asleep, so I needed to wake her up so she can sleep at night. She sleeps in so much on free days, so j have to make sure she keeps as regular as a sleeping time she can get

the last clip you see of her is her hugging yoongi’s arm while they walk

EPISODE 8

she’s sitting across from yoongi with a sleepy smile on her face

“yoon-ah, put your hands up!”

she giggled and did as she was told while vibing with the elder. the screen’s caption read “yoon siblings are having fun”

hours later, she and yoongi are called for dinner

“the steak and pasta are good!” “thanks, makdungie”

they toasted for their last night there and she’s just mumbling off to jungkook about both the song for in the soop and another song she had been working on then yoongi came to let them hear the guide

jungkook then wraps himself around her because she feels cold and yoonmi just sits there unbothered. once she finished her food, both maknaes cuddled up to jin

she sits on the grass between jungkook and taehyung while holding her own firecrackers

“wah, this is really cool” “makdungie, look here”

hoseok was holding out his phone and taking pictures of her. she immediately smiled for him

jimin kept a hold on her when they tried the other types of firecrackers so she wouldn’t get too close

she was cheering when they lit the firecrackers “wah! pretty!”

they’re all gathered in the living room where she found herself in between namjoon and yoongi. you can see her zone out a little during their game

“i’m so confused” she laughed and went along with whatever was happening

the next day she woke up due to her phone ringing

“mm hello?” “...” “a little, yeah” “...” “it’s already 2pm?” “...” “alright” then she hung up

the captions just read “her brother woke her up by accident”

she spent a while staring at her wall while sitting up in bed until her door opens to reveal hoseok

“yoon-ah, time to—oh, you’re up” “good morning” “how long have you been awake?”

hoseok sat next to her which effectively made her lean her head on his shoulder “just now. yoonsungie oppa just called me about seollie”

“head up in a bit, okay?” “i’ll fix my stuff first”

she was quiet for most of lunch then went straight to the trampoline and does a few tricks and flips

“oh, they’re playing with water guns. that looks nice. oh, i should probably take a shower”

taehyung caught sight of her when she was walking off to the boathouse to get her stuff for her shower

“aegi, come give me a hug.”

he ran right for her making her squeal and laugh while running away from him. he eventually caught her in a hug and got her wet. she laughed and hugged him back before going to get ready to leave

Miya: It was nice. I feel like this is the least amount of work any of us had in the past seven years. It was a reminder to sit back and take a break every now and then. To you who is watching this, take a break. Whether it’s by yourself or with friends, take a break. It’ll be good for your body and your mind.

“is it just me, or did the staff suddenly bring in another car?” “i don’t know, mimi. maybe they want us by twos?”

she got into a car with jungkook and hooked her phone up to the aux. they looked at each other for a bit before she played the original version of euphoria, which was their duet they rolled down the windows and sang along

Recording In The Soop:

she sat next to yoongi while they waited for everyone to discuss what they wanted the lyrics to be

they were silently discussing something between themselves

eventually they had her go into the booth to record first

she was in a fit of giggles when they were instructing her “okay okay, i got it, let’s go”

she got it in one go and skipped back to everyone else. she settled herself next to yoongi again and watched the rest of the process

she cringed a little at namjoon’s narration but cheered “RM!”

she laughed when yoongi ran into the booth “oppa, i could have pressed the start for you”

she couldn’t help it and gave all controls to hoseok. she just kept laughing

when it came to the chorus bit, she and yoongi stayed outside to direct

“oppa, are we gonna make them record adlibs after the soop part?” “probably. you wanna try?” “hmm not really”

namjoon did his adlib and she just bursts out laughing because she didn’t expect it

jungkook kept making adlibs so she laughs and pokes him with her foot “oppa, you better record one”

then it was jungkook’s turn. she snorted “this is gonna be something”

then he actually did it and she just falls out of her chair laughing which just made everyone laugh harder while jimin helped her up

but he fell, too, and cue harder laughter

“oh my god, i can’t”

once they finish jungkook’s adlibs she just “can we get jimin oppa and jinnie oppa to record the main line for the soop part?”

the rest of recording was going well with a whole lot more laughter until yoongi checked everything

“jungkook, yoonmi, get in for harmonies”

she follows jungkook inside while everyone leaves

“what do you two want to do?” “i was thinking we’ll do layers to the soop part” “oh, oppa same. you do the main, i’ll do the higher?”

they recorder the layers smoothly and yoongi clapped for them “good work, kids”

[sushigal007]

Over to the Capps! Where Consort is demonstrating exactly why I downloaded an everyday gardener mod. Consort: You could’ve gone for a perfect plants one instead. Too easy.

What’s wrong with the ones you already have? Consort: Their ages are borked. Alas, this is true, I think it’s a combo of InTeen and only playing the house for six days in the first round because I didn’t have the day of the week changing vase and I was trying to sync the household to the rest of the month. OH WELL.

I really need to try and fix this. On the bright side, it’s fairly easy to figure out what it’s asking me.

Juliet: Lol, townie.

Just some gaming.

Beau: Nice gnome. Don’t you dare-

Beau: YOINK. Oh my God. Also I need to fix that flashing blue in neighbourhood view but I don’t even know where to start.

Hermia invited Puck over. I guess he didn’t figure out why, because he brought his sister. Puck: Hey. My sister’s awesome.

At this point, I just accept that every single parrot I brought in round one is dead.

So behold, Scarlet the Second!

Romeo: Oh. It’s you. Tybalt: Shut up dumbass, I’m trying to sneak out here!

It’s fine, Consort’s busy.

Consort: A shooting star! Make a wish! Consort: I wish to stop stargazing now in case a falling satellite kills me.

Consort: Also I need to talk to somebody or I’ll scream. Hobby Leader: You can talk to me, handsome! Consort: I would prefer to scream.

Juliet: Scarlet, my darling, my baby! Scarlet: Squawk! Juliet: Didn’t you use to know how to talk?

Hermia finally managed to get Puck alone and asked him out on a date to Don Calamari’s.

Hermia: A toast! To us!

And then the witch froze my whole game for several minutes, which spooked me because it never usually takes that long.

Mrs C: Too fucking cold out. At least it means everybody will be fully dressed. Mrs C: And if they’re not, I’ve got something to wrap very tightly around their necks.

Hermia: I just don’t see why we can’t have planes. We’ve got helicopters and brooms, after all.

Hi Antony. Antony: *does horribly*

No.

No.

Juliet: Hey, granddad. Antony: *dies some more* Juliet: That’s nice, granddad.

Somebody brought Gabriella Newson home from school and she hung out for a few hours.

Gabriella: Oh no, he’s hot.

Homework party!

Townie: Nice telescoping! Antony: *angry ghost dying noises*

Tybalt and Hermia and due to head off to college any day now - yes, I KNOW the ages are messed up - and I don’t know if Consort will still be alive when they come home, so I decided to treat them all to a vacation.

Antony: Oh, I see how it is, you all get to go on holiday while I stay here and repeat my death over and over. Yes, that is how this game works.

And here we are in lovely, sunny Twikki Island! Hermia: Come on, Juliet, let’s hula!

Tourist: So you were in a movie? Tybalt: I said there’s been a lot of portrayals of me in movies, but sure, let’s go with that.

I honestly cannot decide who’s the least dressed person here, other than it’s not Hermia.

Excuse me, I got you suites so you could have your own beds, stop that.

Caption this contest.

And then Juliet got sunstroke and passed out.

Juliet: Worth it.

Tybalt: ‘Scuse me, coming through.

Consort to the rescue.

In fact, he’s the only one not suffering from sunburn, even when he spends all day doing this. Consort: Hot as an OMGWTFBBQ out here.

I let them have lobster thermidor for breakfast, as a treat.

Hermia: Heyyy sis, how’s the sunburn? How about this bit? Or this? Juliet: Oh my God fuck OFF.

Consort: And now we make an offering to the great spirit, Jumbok. Tybalt: We would, but you’re in the way.

Juliet: -And that’s why I wished for peace. Tourist: That sounds boring as hell, I’m gonna wish for rivers of fire.

Sorry, kid, someone else got there first.

Tybalt: Yeah, I’m buying new jewellery, so what?

I had no idea this was a thing!

Juliet: HURRY UP AND COME PLAY PIRATES.

And lo, pirates were played.

Juliet also wanted to perform for tips. Juliet: Yeah, don’t tell any Monty’s but we’re actually pretty poor right now and this vacation wiped out all our money.

...I should really try and fix this, but ugh, that means placing a beach lot during testing and I really cannot be bothered right now.

Juliet: BOO! Hermia: EEK!

Juliet: Haaaahaha, shit yourself! Hermia: Bitch.

Local: Hey, that was pretty cool, hang loose! Tybalt: Do not hang loose, Juliet, that’s an order. Juliet: I’m gonna do it.

Hermia: MY EARS ARE BLEEDING. Consort: HORK. Consort: +500

Hermia: Hello, yes, I would like this fine doohickey.

No. Juliet: But- NO.

Study party.

Consort’s been rolling a lot of gardening wants lately, so I built him a pretty greenhouse.

And then Hermia and Tybalt left for college.

So now it’s just Consort and Juliet in the house. Juliet won’t go to college until the next round, then I’m contemplating moving someone in to house-sit (Goneril perhaps?) in case Consort dies, but until then, he’s gonna chug down this entire cooler of elixir.

Consort: -Which is why we must both be careful when cooking. Juliet: Granddad, I’m a chef.

And then the phones went down. And for some reason, the cell phones aren’t working properly either (another thing I need to fix, but I wanna check and see if they work on another lot first because the manor is kinda glitchy), so Consort got to stab the power box with a screwdriver. Consort: Didn’t die!

I’m hoping he’ll manage to build a servo to house sit, but right now, he’s still on robots.

It’s the weekend and Juliet needs some company her own age. Time for a date! Juliet: Gotta go to work love you bye!

Consort: Next, security bot.

Romeo: Did you know half your flowerbeds are dead? Yeah, turns out the gardener couldn’t step over the little fence I used to line the path.

I haven’t pictured it before, but Juliet’s very best friend is Lilith Pleasant. Every single day she rolls a want to call her and chat. Nobody else, just Lilith. Juliet: -And you would not believe what my mother did last night.

Consort doesn’t have work at the weekend. On the down side, that means we’re missing out on his juicy paycheck. On the bright side, that means he gets to spend all day churning out cleanbots.

Let’s try that date again. Romeo: You’re paying, right? And apparently that’s the only picture I took, go me!

I forgot to put Hermia and Tybalt’s stuff in their inventories before I sent them to college, so Juliet invited them over to collect. Tybalt had class and couldn’t make it, but Hermia was happy to come over. Hermia: Look at you, you’re so tiny now! Juliet: I’m actually the perfect height to rip your throat out with my teeth.

And the round ends with a healthy sibling chat about nuclear warfare, as you do.

UBERHOOD INDEX

[hopetofantasy]

Culture, parallels & meta - S3 E1

Previous season Prologue: Vlogs (1) - Vlogs (2)

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Zaterdag 21:43

The time lapse already showing us a string of places that will be important later, like the dark alley, the Meir with Noor’s workplace, the university neighborhood, the Scheldt river where the boys hang out, ...

Perfect parallel: 

The second season starts Zoë’s POV with a (washing machine) door, whilst the third opens with a door to a party that Robbe attends.

Robbe glances back at Noor passing through the shot this episode, an action he repeats when he spots Sander in the second episode. - A very subtle hint to where his love life may lead.

The first one starts with two unknown LGBT+ girls kissing at a party, the last episode shows two known LGBT+ boys (Sobbe) kissing at their own party.

The aerial shot through the floor to introduce us to Robbe’s POV here and the aerial shot through the roof to say goodbye to him in the last episode.

Moyo saying “No one would do you” to Aaron in this episode, Aaron realizing “No one here wants to do me!” in the last.

Where’s Wally? Noor greeting Marie, accompanied by Jana and Britt. Max dancing with Keisha in the crowd.

How ‘meta’ of you: Newsflash, yes you are!

Nod to the OG: 

The deliberate messy POV: following everyone that we know already and then slowly settling on the Isak version in a tub.

Robbe saying Noor looks like ‘Natalie Portman’, which is what people said to the OG Emma when they flirted with her. Everyone, except Isak, that is.

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Moyo keeps pressuring Robbe into explaining what type of girl he likes. The boys laugh it off when he answers that ‘he doesn’t have a type’.

Lost in translation: Moyo mocks Noor’s Dutch accent, making his ‘g’ and ‘st’ sound harsher, while also adding ‘hoor’ at the end - a typical word used by the Dutch to emphasize a point.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Jens is playing with the weed bag. Keisha is one of the girls that Moyo mentions as Jens’ ex-girlfriend or ex-fling. Not only did Noor nót flush the toilet, but she didn’t used any toilet paper either!

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Zaterdag 22:44

C is for culture: 

Noor rescuing Robbe on her scooter - In Belgium, you’re allowed to drive a moped or scooter once you’ve reached the age of 16. Nothing is needed if the vehicle doesn’t go above 25 km/h. If it stays between the range of 25-45 km/h and max. 50 cc, you need to pass a theoretical exam, 4 hours of driver’s ed and a practical exam to get the license. Anything other than that, has a whole new set of restrictions, types of driver’s licenses and minimum ages.  Noor and Robbe are, however, still breaking the law. As long as you’re not 18, you’re not allowed to have an extra passenger with you. Especially if they’re not wearing a helmet. (Plus they ignored a red light. Those rebels!)

“You do know that you always have to have it with you?” - The Belgian law states that everyone above age twelve, has to get an ID to identify themselves. Some might have had a Kids-ID already - for travel purposes - but that’s not mandatory. However, once you're fifteen years old, you’re obligated to carry your ID with you at all times.

Perfect parallel:

Luca being all jealous whilst staring at Noor and Robbe making out in S3, her glaring at Maud and Robbe every chance she got in the last season.

Robbe and Noor having fun on the scooter while screaming and Robbe filming their adventure in this episode. Robbe and Sander doing a similar thing, but on their bikes in a later episode.

Wink to other remakes: Robbe sporting a brown jacket. (Eliott, anyone?)

Surprise bitch, guess who: It’s Willem Chanterie, the on-set costume designer and social media production assistant!

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Noor has a ‘Fuck Trump’ sticker on her helmet. Robbe says “Hey, it’s red” in a very clear Antwerp accent. 

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Zaterdag 23:11

Hello from the outside: The garbage truck they sprayed, still drove around the city regularly. The art piece itself is named ‘#Genoeg mama' (= ‘#Enough mommy’). It blames the consumer society as toxic, making young people its victim.

Oopsie: Inside the graffiti den, Noor suddenly sports a tote bag with supplies, even though we never saw her wearing that in the previous shots.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Noor has black combat boots. The photographer is obviously Sander, in case you have missed that subtle clue.

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Zondag 13:41

Lost in translation/Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: 

“Check die pekie’s”. The word ‘pekie’ is actually Amsterdam slang for ‘beautiful girl, girlfriend’. In recent years, more and more Dutch slang are making their way into the Flemish dialect, because of the Dutch rap songs gaining popularity with the youngsters.

“Vamos, flikkers”. The word ‘flikkers’ can mean ‘wussie’ as well as a derogatory term for ‘homosexual’. Again establishing the fact that the boys use a lot of homophobic or toxic words for each other.

Robbe’s clumsiness meter: +1, him tossing the bag behind Jens instead of into his hands.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: There is a football right next to the skateboards.

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Maandag 16:04

C is for culture: “The whole art school was talking about it” - 

Secondary school is divided in four sections: general, technical, art and vocational. Which section you choose can have effect on further education. In one of these sections, you pick what you want to study from your first to last year (‘directions’). That means that you have some courses purely focused on the direction and others that are obligated for everyone, regardless.

Art high schoolers can choose to go to work or study a specialization afterwards. Their coursework isn’t solely art based, there are general required courses too. That’s why some foreigners - including the Dutch - come to Belgium, since they’ll get a more rounded and higher level of art education than in their countries. ‘de!KUNSTHUMANIORA’ is the high school in Antwerp Noor goes to and is known for having students with unique styles.

Perfect parallel: 

Noor waiting outside the school for Robbe and him reacting somewhat confused here, Sander doing the same and having an instantly happy Robbe in a later episode.

Robbe having no problem kissing a girl ‘as a straight guy’ in front of the gates in this episode and scared for what might happen if he kissed a boy ‘as a gay guy’ later on. 

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: The insta caption underneath the art work says ‘An inspirational message on a Sunday! Just discovered this in Antwerp city today. Artist unknown... Can you remember when you last called on your mother?’ (That last sentence, oooofff, the symbolism!)

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Dinsdag 14:57

C is for culture: 

“Yes, mini enterprises are so chill.” - Mini enterprises are often used as a tool for Economics in the fifth/sixth year. The goal of these is to ‘learn whilst doing it’. Like the name specifies, mini enterprises are actual miniature companies set up by a group of students. During the school year, they’ll try to work together on commercializing a product. All aspects of entrepreneurship are at play here: writing a business plan, holding meetings, doing bookkeeping, marketing the product, produce and sell it, ... If the enterprise idea is good or well executed, it might even win a national prize by the company making this education formula.

“What if he contacts child protection services” - Actually, those services doesn’t really exist in Belgium. There are, however, other youth organizations for these types of things, like JAC - Youth Advice Centre, CLB - Centre for Student Guidance and the Centre for Mental Healthcare.

Perfect parallel: The boys hyping Aaron up to walk over to Amber and talk to her - yet he fails in this episode, them doing the same and he succeeds (after some fails) in the last episode. 

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Jens saying “Damn, seems like someone is on his fucking period”, after Robbe snaps at him due to the difficult telephone call with his dad.

Lost in translation: Jens saying “Mijn kop staat er niet naar” (= “My head’s not standing there”) can actually mean different things: I’m not in the mood, it’s not the right time, I don't want to do it, my head’s all over the place, ... It depends on the context, on which interpretation would suit the situation the best. 

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: The girls are all fawning all over Britt’s cellphone, so there is a good chance that they’re discussing (pictures of) her boyfriend, Sander. Also, Jana’s braces are gone! 

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Donderdag 17:13

Perfect parallel: Robbe stating that he can’t talk to his dad or he’ll fight and Zoë getting that, as she said a similar thing to an understanding Senne about her parents in S2. 

How ‘meta’ of you: Ah, yes, fandom ship names in SKAM. We applaud!

Oopsie: If you look really hard, you see that the body type and hair of Robbe’s dad, doesn’t correspond with the version waiting at the restaurant later on.

Wink to other remakes: This shot reminding you of a certain S3 trailer?  👀

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: The numerous references to Zoënne’s relationship in their room (relationship pics, Senne’s guitar). The paper Milan gifts to Robbe is the written permission by his parent to live with them, as is obligated by law.

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Vrijdag 20:04

Perfect parallel: 

Senne pulling Zoë up after a kiss here, just like with their first kiss in S2.

Robbe pushing Milan away after thinking he wanted to kiss him at the party in S2, them hugging it out in after talking about it in S3.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Zoë and Milan making some healthy party snacks like cauliflower and cocktail sauce, cheese with tomatoes and salami squares. She pulls back the bottle of gin that Milan wants to steal. Senne also bought paprika and tortilla chips from Colruyt (a discount store).

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Vrijdag 20:54

C is for culture: “Noor, Robbe’s girlfriend” - (Teen) dating culture is different in Belgium. Usually, if you have kissed, hung out, texted or just said/did something to show your mutual interest, you’d pretty much consider yourself in a relationship. It can go from 0 to 100 very quick. Unless there is, of course, an agreement that what you’re doing is no such thing. Also, nobody really ask you to be their gf/bf. It just implied or stated to their family or friends. 

Perfect parallel: 

A reluctant Robbe pushing himself to do stuff to Noor (playful dancing, kissing, riling her up) as far as putting his hands on her bra here. A totally different, excited Robbe not even thinking twice about doing these things to Sander, even licking his nipple during their reunion.

Noor pushing Robbe on the bed and climbing over him, whilst Robbe looks all sad in this episode. Him pushing Sander on the bed and being happy as Sander crawls over him during their reunion.

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Robbe tries to convince himself into liking heterosexual sex with Noor and fake laughs with his friends about having it.

Where’s Wally? Keisha laughing with Amber and later dancing with Marie.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Jens is talking to Senne. The decorations behind Milan saying ‘Welkom Robbe’ (= ‘Welcome Robbe’). Noor has a beautiful tattoo of a pin-up girl covered with butterflies on her lower arm.

[taekooktimeline]

June 2 & 3, 2020 (filmed) - Soop Episode 8 -

That night it was Tae’s and Joon’s turn to cook. Shortly after they began, Jk made his way to the upper house in case they needed help. It was a common scene to see Jk in the kitchen during their stay, whether he was called upon or joined voluntarily - this occasion being the latter.

The first thing he asks is about how well they were handling themselves in the kitchen.

He continues by making a snarky / teasing comment as he lightly chuckles, jokingly. He’s alluding to the fact that both Tae and Joon are inexperienced cooks. He first looks at Joon and his pasta.

He then moves to observe Tae and changes to a supportive tone, letting him know he’ll happily eat it no matter what the results are. He’s being realistic but telling him to not be afraid to make mistakes.

Jk reassures him by saying one can’t mess up meat - it’ll always taste good.

Tae let’s his insecurities afloat by saying he would never cook again if he messed up such a delicious steak that was so difficult to botch. Jk was well aware of Tae’s lack of confidence when it comes to cooking & that was his way of encouraging him.

Since there is nothing to help them with, Jk silently watches his phone and stays close, waiting to see if he was needed. This precise scenario is actually unfamiliar - at least to Soop viewers.

Jk let’s out a couple more compliments about Tae’s meat before leaving to take a nap. He must not be too interested in the aglio e olio spaghetti since it’s a blander dish by nature.

Later on Jk literally held onto his bed as Hobi woke him up, but once on his feet he checked his phone and then began to run towards the kitchen as he tried to keep on reading his messages. He was apparently eager to eat steak because it appeals to his taste buds, which makes sense. “I really want to eat steak,” he sings.

He stops running to finish reading his messages before entering the kitchen.

Heavy speculation: Turns out Tae needed assistance and couldn’t leave the meat alone. Joon had left him around 5-10 minutes ago, depending on how long Hobi had to insist to Jk to wake up. Could or could not be related to Jk running while checking his phone as there is no way to know. Decide as you wish.

Hobi goes for paper towels while Jk asks what he could do to help - something he has done with other members as well. Tae says he only needed paper towels and plates.

Tae then expresses concerns about his cooking, seemingly having some trouble.

Jk stays as his cooking assistant from that moment onwards - a role he excels at. He first finds paper towels inside the kitchen and stays right by his side -

Then Tae asks him for some help with the seasoning. They cook in harmony -

Jk is the most wanted -

Full cooking scene:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1LidgpCh7yKntT0_1VcUq-GhNKS4Wj-eN/view?usp=drivesdk

Later that night, Hobi and Jk spot Tae just as he started lighting fireworks so they make their way to him.

Jk quickly joins Tae, who hands him a firecracker, while Hobi asks about other members.

Taekook are too entertained to worry about the others whereabouts.

They pass the lighter between the two, heavily involved in the bonding activity. “When else will we ever get this opportunity?” they later said.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1n2_p1Qd4wUt3qtwWjoatGchl9GWk_fD3/view?usp=drivesdk

Jimin joins them too and all four enjoy the spectacle.

Taekook are the only ones setting the fireworks off. They must be the most excited and daring, taking into account Hobi was pretty scared of getting near.

Tae lights three at once - quite courageously - and runs off. Hobi about Tae: “He’s so eager”.

Hobi and Jk dance in front of the sparks which Tae vocaly marvels about. They are surely having fun together.

Tae prompts Jk to do the same as him and light three at once - scary to do as it’s time sensitive, but with beautiful results. He tried to listen but ran off at 2. This is faintly reminiscent of “we always got scolded together, even back then”.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1mUkfEzN38QYCXD1TrqV-ATBDD3_e4OSK/view?usp=drivesdk

June 3 (filmed) - Tae wakens Jk to watch the sunrise, which they later mention. He is seen leaving the floating house a little after the first rays of light start illuminating the sky. *There is debate about whether Tae spent the night in Jk’s room or not, but we think the footage is inconclusive. It doesn’t contradict the official story but it’s also compatible with Tae staying over so decide as you wish. Some think Tae must have stayed over because he wasn’t shown entering the room, but remember this was a 1 or 2 hour long sped-up timelapse with many missing frames (many cuts). It was only luck that a single frame of Tae exiting made it into the final footage. The frame can't be seen in the weverse app due to differences in resolution, compression and frame rate compared to weverse’s desktop version (which is where the illegal uploads came from) as a professional explained to us. We checked the official desktop version and Tae’s frame is still there meaning BH didn’t try to hide it. In layman’s terms - there is no conspiracy from BH to backtrack and omit Tae leaving the boathouse. In order to modify Tae out BH would have to reupload the one file, meaning those viewing via Weverse on a desktop computer would also not see Tae. Only one file is processed and encoded to work across as many devices as possible. This means different versions of the same video in different formats with different compressions - but all derived from the one upload (according to the below cited individual who works in tech). Disclaimer: this individual works in tech and had discussions with her partner, who is also in tech. Please fact check. 

Additionally, not turning on the light is respectful since Jk wasn’t obligated to get up. As previously said, anything is possible in this case (as far as if Tae stayed over / when he arrived at the boathouse).

https://twitter.com/tkgkurm/status/1316082109253996544?s=21 or https://twitter.com/borahaestreet/status/1316137683958329347?s=21 or https://www.instagram.com/p/CGS8Ub3IovM/?igshid=6ibd8ghe4ens 

The next we see is Tae walking with his selfie camera to Jk to watch the sunrise together. It seems like he was coming back from the main house.

Adorable, sleepy Hobi joins them. Tae says “you did it!” which implies it had been taken into consideration. The gathering might have been talked about the previous night or it could have been spontaneous where Tae woke him up without a warning and hoped he’d make it out of bed. Both Tae and Jungkook happily greet him.

https://twitter.com/flirtaeguk/status/1315991107562401792?s=21 

Jk is also sleepy and keeps yawning alongside Hobi, unlike Tae who is very much awake. They both made an effort to accompany him. Jk yawning -

Hobi yawning -

He asks Jk if he pulled an all-nighter.

Jk denies and explains Tae woke him up. *Personal opinion: Sara is inclined to think Tae was the one to pull an all-nighter while he hung out in Jimin’s room judging by his state of alertness (I’m used to doing it and they are too) and how there’s footage of vmin in Jimin’s bed from earlier that night. It’s not easy for Tae to wake up early. Anyhow, it’s not impossible he later hung out in Jk’s room. Regardless of what happened Tae chose & dared to get these two out of bed at such ungodly hours just because he thought the scenery was nice - lacking apprehension - which means he feels very comfortable with them.

Tae disappears and Jk immediately wonders where he went.

*Just for fun - the editors added an adorable caption for Tae canoeing:

Jk giggles when Tae reappears and asks him if he’s having fun - happy to see Tae enjoy himself.

He then compliments his rowing skills.

This causes Hobi to also comment. Jk agrees with an “exactly”.

Jk adds onto it pointing out more details about Tae’s good technique.

More of Jk yawning -

Jk films Tae with his selfie camera. At the start, he says “V” in a deep, playful voice - presenting him to the public (note the subtitle in the below pic - the English subtitle didn’t show “V” when Jk says it but it’s written in the Korean subtitle next to Tae).

When Tae softly asks them what they think of the scenery - looking directly at Jk - the younger sweetly replies with the following -

the original Korean text notes “GCF” (making reference to Jk’s filming skills):

https://twitter.com/borahaestreet/status/1316019584776826883?s=21

and https://twitter.com/flirtaeguk/status/1315996054337150978?s=21

and https://twitter.com/taekook1206/status/1316223828985487361?s=21

; Full sunrise clip:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/18uvnNmmboRHRaITTpa98ZKfpCO48abiZ/view?usp=drivesdk

Later on - it seems the members went back to bed after watching the sunrise. Tae wakes up at 12pm and is surprised he slept so little.

He then walks from the main house to the floating house, where Jk is staying.

He doesn’t bother changing out of his PJs as he makes his way to the floating house.

It’s uncertain whether he checks his breath or simply rubs his face as he walks there.

We find out he is, indeed, coming to visit Jungkook.

Speculation - There is debate if Tae locked the door when he entered. Decide as you like.

Personal stances: Sara is basically sure that Tae didn’t lock comparing it to the distinctively different & loud sound it made when Jk locked the door while playing with Jimin (Ep 7 behind the scenes, Jk locking the door: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1729xJUd1fvff5MozK0J7meAj4tZEOZ0w/view?usp=drivesdk ; Hobi closing the door without locking which generates the same “clicking” sound as in Tae’s occasion: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ITikRqRtKYJjVEjCxrF3t42UBu1IcuB6/view?usp=drivesdk) combined with the unlikely context, while Kayla thinks it’s possible (since we don’t see what they are up to for those two hours - maybe Tae unlocks it at some point (not saying they were up to anything but maybe just wanted privacy) + three non BTS listeners seemed certain they heard the door lock when shown the zoomed in clip without context - who Tae is, what room he’s in, etc … but who knows). As we stated above, it’s debatable so please decide as you wish. 

Tae closing Jk’s door -

https://twitter.com/taetae_pteryong/status/1313898743939305472?s=21

It turns out Tae preferred to keep on resting with Jk rather than alone in his own bed, even if he had to go on a little walk. He throws his cap off and leans over Jk, his face close. 

Note Jk’s raised arm as he slowly turns to have an idea of their positions.

Here Jk’s tattooed arm is blurred next to Tae’s head - Jk still facing upwards.

Tae says “move over” while Jk sleepily groans in protest.

Jk groggily rolls to his side, an act that conveniently gives Tae the space he was searching for & that prompts him to climb over to be the “big spoon” in the cuddle. His foot skims over Jk’s as he latches a leg and arm around him.

some close ups of Tae positioning himself (mostly for their feet since it’s quite intimate) -

https://twitter.com/recorder331/status/1313910423075266566?s=21

  In a sweet moment that indicates closeness, Tae tries to pull the blanket up on him so he can be closer and warmer as he cuddles.

Jungkook appears to pull Tae’s arm closer - although it’s unclear. We have differing opinions. Decide as you wish.

https://twitter.com/loveforvguk/status/1314153041659125760?s=21 

Tae then playfully boops his leg against JK. He may have wanted him to wake up after all but stay in bed, calmly laying together for a while - although they both ended up feeling too cozy.

Full clip:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/15UX3WLZ9jrNjHY5kNo876VQcLUc4-Ux6/view?usp=drivesdk

Hobi heads their way apparently two whole hours later with the intention of waking Jk up. The below images confirm the approximate timeframe.

Hobi says he’ll go wake Jungkook up, seemingly unaware that Tae had joined him in bed.

Once he gets there he first calls for Jk, pauses and also calls for Tae in a higher, slightly surprised tone. Goes to show it was unexpected for him.

Hobi is insistent, they have to eat and leave the cottage soon.

Jk stretches and gets up relatively quickly - although looks sleepy. Taking into account the cut, it must have been a couple of minutes since Hobi entered.

Hobi looks on and doesn’t leave until they get up. He had to make sure. This may be strongly subjective but he seems to have a somewhat wary demeanor, looking at them as if he was studying the situation.

Tae suddenly sprints out of bed.

Note Hobi’s face -

He pauses at the door for a bit before reminding them to hurry up. He might think they are capable of going back to sleep and miss lunch. Maybe that’s the only reason he looks faintly concerned, but that’s up for interpretation.

Publicly debated topic - There was a clear cut between Hobi entering the room and when he talks to Taekook, finally getting them out of bed. ARMY pointed out that the door was left more closed after Hobi entered, but when we see him again - after the cut - it’s wide open meaning someone crossed it in the meantime, which makes people wonder. Jk’s feet also change position which means there was substantial movement. This has led some to believe that Taekook were cuddling quite intimately and the cut was made to hide it. 

Skeptical stance: Please keep in mind all content is edited, with cuts, and we don’t necessarily believe this is a big deal. It’s just being noted since it was a widely discussed topic. 

Observations(both anticlimactic & open): Contrary to popular belief, Hobi did knock on Jk’s door in ep 7 when he was alone. The cut could’ve just been made to shorten the moment since TK didn’t want to get up. Maybe Hobi went back towards the door after getting a response from them, opened it, hesitated & decided to make sure they got up. Judging by their feet, Tae was already on his back before the cut - same as Jk who was even starting to turn towards the wall. Seeing that their positions weren’t compromising prior to the cut and that Tk were shown cuddling just moments before without a problem, I don’t think BH tried to hide anything with this specific cut. You can decide as you wish. Nevertheless, I think them cuddling before Hobi entered was very possible which is explained below. 

Door looks more closed -

As you see, prior to Hobi’s entrance it is indeed possible that Jk was hugging Tae if you observe his legs and how he starts to turn the other way around. His left knee is lifted and folded which would be the one folding over Tae (in the speculative case) while the other leg was straightened. Why the need to move right when Hobi enters? Also, in this action one of his legs is left without a blanket to cover him which could indicate he was closer to Tae just seconds before.

However - still prior to the cut - Jk had already turned towards the wall with both his knees facing that way, therefore, there was nothing to hide anymore - if there ever was.

Tae was also on his back if you look at his right foot’s toe facing the door (the foot with exclamation points is Jk’s facing the wall).

In the next scene, the door is wide open and Jk’s position has changed further - rolling more on his side, straightening his legs and fully covering them with the blanket (except his foot).

https://twitter.com/_k91230v_/status/1314470859361247232?s=21

or may view footage of this in Korean here -

https://twitter.com/hellotae_vv/status/1314213325505400832?s=21

; Full clip:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1AVMFqki3PWhCcXlN-rKrEGloODWk9l95/view?usp=drivesdk

Taekook sit next to each other as they eat - possibly the last two to join. They grow impatient when they finish eating and get up. First it’s Jk and then Tae follows suit, surrounding the table to go where he is.

It seems like they cross a few words - although not heard - and for some reason Jk hands his phone over to Tae. We’ve noticed the editors can alter the volume of their mics as Jimin is heard muffled at some point during this scene.

Members urge the duo to sit down so they can say thank you.

Taekook then can be seen walking together towards the main house, but choose to engage in different activities.

Full lunch + tk walking:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1qLT2eoYEy_HI8CIbv7Iti-C29io1wZ92/view?usp=drivesdk

While Jk quietly carved wood -

Tae searched for playmates for a water balloon fight - clearly still playful unlike what they tried to portray in ep 6. Tae is certainly calmer compared to his younger self, but he still likes to joke around. The pandemic affected his mood and this was a time for healing, but his core personality didn’t drastically change and it was a recent situation. In late 2019 (around early November) Tae said these words: “They say I’m restless, but that’s who I am. I think that’s why they gave me that nickname. I don’t think my personality will change no matter how much time passes or how old I get. I’d like to be considered a playful person to everyone”. As we said, we reiterate they must have used Tae’s recent mood as the perfect excuse to naturally justify the separation strategy they had been using to pretend they drifted apart these last years.

 Back in Seoul, BTS visit the studio to record the theme song for Soop. Even though there is an empty chair, when Tae comes back from recording his part, he proceeds to sit on Jk’s lap, who doesn’t protest. This is what Tae saw as he was entering the room -

He walked past Jk playfully smothering Hobi to leave the paper -

And turned around to look directly at them.

He hesitated for a second - standing still in front of them without looking around - and went for it, claiming his seat on top of Jk.

Jk was smiling, maybe about Tae or maybe about the silly singing he was participating in along other members. Regardless, he was in a good mood & unbothered.

Tae let himself fall flat against Jk, completely relaxed.

Jk started to feel a bit asphyxiated after a while so he gently incorporated himself, making Tae sit straight but with no intention of pushing him off.

Tae stays there for a considerable amount of time, both comfortable and smiling whenever something funny happened.

Note that the members seemed to play a sort of musical chairs. When a member returned from singing, he would take the seat of the person who got up to go record. Therefore, the argument that Tae avoided the seat for Joon isn’t very credible. No one else sits on a lap and no one else had an issue finding a seat when he wanted. (Tae sitting on Jk’s lap: https://drive.google.com/file/d/14UhAYnWI4YWrMNoK3wa69m_tod-X7c9m/view?usp=drivesdk) 

When all go in but Yoongi, Joon suggests the members sing in a breathy tone, to which Tae says it’s his speciality.

However, Vmin then show solidarity in hyping Jk’s voice. Right after they agree to an airy tone for the chorus, both Jk and Jimin start softly singing to themselves, but Tae doesn’t hesitate when he suddenly turns to Jk and grabs him by the arm to pull him to the center. As Tae is doing this action, Jimin asks the rhetorical question “isn’t he the best at it?”

Tae has a precious grin adorning his features -

Tae affirms Jk is the best at capturing the breathy tone BTS is striving for as he leads him to the center of the group. The younger shows modesty by questioning their decision as he says “why? why?”.

Notice Tae’s arm still pulling him -

Tae then gestures to the mic, insisting.

He briefly gives Jk’s arm an encouraging pat / light grab as he says again Jk should sing in the center.

Jimin agrees and says Jk is the chorus.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1RqnHIjmLPjzxsBKaXbJEkbbiYZT7XQmK/view?usp=drivesdk 

Towards the end of the recording session, Tae goes in to record a solo soulful piece (Jk follows after). When Tae begins, Yoongi and Jimin immediately turn to Jk and start laughing loudly, with Yoongi clapping as he laughs (other members also laugh). Jk grins.

Speculative stance: Yoonmin may have turned to Jk because it was expected he’d go in after Tae and “duel” as Yoongi later says. Perhaps they turn to him to gauge his reaction at following in recording his soulful take after Tae. 

Jk introduces Tae with a “Here goes V” - raising expectations.

Yoonmin look at Jk as they laugh -

Members really want Jk to record the ad-libs he was doing while sited. They call it a “war” and an “ad-lib battle” (keep in mind neither Tae nor Jk uttered those words).

Once Jk is done and gave them all good laughs, Joon asks him to go back in to do a final ad-lib. Mirroring his prior actions, Tae excitedly hunches forward to get him off his chair and into the studio, very much looking forward to more of Jk’s hilariously soulful singing.

TK ad-lib battle:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1x1JYtCG-bwBD6WZWwUQ2WaLpi7gw2-CG/view?usp=drivesdk

[realcube]

the heart || kei tsukishima x reader

 summary: modern au! you and tsukishima are supposed to dissect a lamb heart in biology but it doesn’t go to plan

tw// cussing, the dissection of a lamb heart, blood, biology 🤢

my excuse: this is based on a true story and i wrote it at like 3am - read at your own expense. this is probably the worst piece i’ve every written.

“Geez, why are you complaining? You literally just play Cool Maths Games during every period of Biology and now that we actually have to do something you become a whiny bitch.” Tsukishima clicked his tongue, slipping his phone back into his pocket while adjusting his headphones so they hung around his neck, rather than having to take them off because they were apart of his look at this point.

You tossed your head back upon hearing the news that you’d actually have to do something in class for a change, “Exactly! Biology is supposed to be the one class where I am not bombarded with work. Just last period, I drew at least fifty stupid fucking graphs! For what? To find x? To hell with your x !” You cried, running a hand through your hair to make sure you didn’t mess it up because you spent way too long straightening it this morning for a swift movement of your neck to mess it all up. 

Tsukishima sighed, hesitantly rubbing your back as you genuinely seemed quite stressed, “It’ll be fine, and it’s not like we’re learning anything new. We have already studied the heart, I think it was last year; we’re only doing the experiment now because we couldn’t to do it last year for some reason.” Tsukishima mumbled, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he noticed that he was doing a decent job of reassuring you as your hair was no long standing on its ends. 

“Plus,” He said, flicking his pencil with his fingers, “This’ll be cool! The heart is quite an interesting organ, it’ll be fun to actually get hands-on and see the chambers and valves up close, don’t you think?” He added, seeming a bit too enthusiastic about dissecting a lamb heart - it was kinda creepy.

After you finished loudly judging him, you pulled out your phone from your pocket and absently went to snapchat, to send your streaks. “Yeah, whatever. Get in ‘ere with me Tsukishima, will you?” It was hardly a request as before he even had time to process what you had just asked him, you had taken a selfie of you and him with the indie filter, wrote ‘streaks’ on it and sent it to your whole best friend’s list. 

It took him a moment to react to what you just did but when he noticed you typing away to your friend, he let out a breathy sigh. Usually, he’d be fuming by your action but he had to admit, he looked pretty good in that picture - especially because he barely had any nice candid photos of himself. “Send that to me - but without the stupid caption.” Was all he could be bothered to utter.

You hummed in agreement, “Will do.” You replied, immediately finding the photo in your saved pictures and scrolling down your friends list until you found Tsukishima; he wasn’t too low down since you recently asked him for the answers to the Maths homework - he said no, of course, but it was worth a shot.

“I’m feeling kinda bummed so y’know what I am gonna do?” You spoke and without giving Tsukishima a moment to respond, you answered your own question. “Check your Snapchat username, it always makes him laugh.”

Tsukishima’s blood ran cold and his eyes widened at the mention of his username on Snapchat, “(Y/N). Do not--”

“Dinoguykei!” You exclaimed rather loudly, tears of joy pricking at the corners of your eyes as you cackled upon repeating his username to yourself - absolute gold.

“I was, like, 11 when I made it! Give me a break.” He spat, sticking out his bottom lip momentarily before pulling his headphones back over his head to clasp his ears so he no longer had to listen to your ‘annoying-ass laugh’, as he called it. There was clearly no music playing from his headphones and he acted as if he couldn’t hear you when he had them on despite the fact that they were clearly not noise-cancelling - this was a move he pulled often which you liked to call ‘blocking out the a haters’ as he would do that exact thing whenever you said something to displease him..

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow, flicking his fake-ass SOMY headphones but since they were made of wurtzite boron nitride or something like that, they hit you right back, resulting in your hissing and quickly pulling your hand away. “Do you think that your crusty, dollar store headphones can prevent my noise from reaching your ears? I think the fuck not.” 

“I-”

“If you want me to buy you new ones, just ask. How much were they? Or are they hend-me-downs?” You inquired without missing a beat, it wasn’t often that you managed to tease Tsukishima which such flow consecutively so you were obviously going to make to most of this opportunity while you had it.

“They are from the dollar store but I didn’t buy them.” Tsukishima mumbled but loud enough for you to hear, he lowered his head and desperately tried to resist the sly grin which tugged at the corners of his lips as all the memories came flooding back to him. “You were there, weren’t you?” 

“No.” You replied simply but immediately realising what Tsukishima was talking about and leaning in closer to him, “Is Tsukki a criminal?” You sung while wiggling your eyebrow playfully at him. 

Tsukishima scoffed, once again lowering his headphones from his ears back down to his neck. “As if you aren’t, with all the stuff you stole from the supermarket.” He hissed while trying not to laugh as he recalled the time you tried to sneak out passed security by shoving food under your shirt so you looked pregnant - and they fucking fell for it! Or  maybe they were just too lazy to bother calling you out, either way you got away with it though. “And this is what you said before bolting out of Forever21 with sunglasses in your bra - verbatim: ‘If it is a chain, it’s free rein.’.” 

You wiped an imaginary tear from your eye as you heard those words leave Tsukishima’s mouth, “Beautiful-” You mused, about to go on to tell him about the other economic benefits of stealing from large corporations until he cut you off to correct you as always.

“So, you were wrong. These headphones were not a dollar, they were free.” 

Of course, Tsukishima never talks to you without the intend of either insulting you or proving your wrong in some way/argue with you. So why would this be any exception?

“Anyway,” Tsukishima began, his gaze shifting around the room rapidly in search of the biology teacher, “Where is that bitch? I’m ready to dissect the fuck out of that lamb heart if he just gets his ass over here immediately. He always does this.” Tsukishima huffed as this was far from the first time he had been let down by the biology teacher, as well as all of his classmates.

In fact, the whole class had basically mutually agreed that the biology teacher was shit as almost everyone in the class was failing due to his horrible teaching - or lack there of. Tsukishima was the only one passing because he had a tutor but he was still averaging 60% - a C - which was way too low for his liking. 

Also, the biology teacher had a habit of making false promises - for instance, there was that one time he said the class could use whiteboards to create model cells so he rushed out the room to ‘go get the whiteboards’ and didn’t come back. Instead of getting the whiteboards, there was a rumour going around the school that - with the assistance a foreign language teacher - he conducted a different kind of biological experiment in the janitor’s cupboard. 

Be that as it may, all my homies hated the biology teacher..until today, when he actually pulled through with the goods.

He came marching into the class holding a pale bag filled with a dark, red substance and quickly placed it on his desk. “Right, troops. Get yourself a partner, come ‘ere and grab a lamb heart then remove the tricuspid valve for me, will ya?” He panted, rubbing his forehead and bringing attention to his bright red face. He was seemingly out of breath yet nobody has ever seen him run before; was he that tired from walking to the storage cupboard and back?

“Sir, do we dissect it with out hands or?”

The teacher shrugged, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder before rushing out of the room. “I don’t know, sure? Or maybe use a spatula or something. Right, BRB, guys.” Just like that, he was gone. Probably to go rail Tsukishima’ foreign language teacher in the privacy of his own home or something. ‘Ew.’ Tsukki shuddered at the thought. 

“I’ll go get us a heart.” He said, getting up from his chair and about to make his way over to the teacher’s desk until you giggled, asking, “Who said I wanted to partner up with you?” 

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, checking the time on his phone and spoke without averting his gaze from the path in front of him, “You’ve not got much of a choice.” With that, he slinked off to the front of the class to grab a heart and hopefully a spatula too. 

Your mouth was left agape at his comment, mostly because you were unable to decipher what he meant by that; curse his naturally sarcastic-sounding tone! Perhaps that was his way of trying to hit on you by saying he wouldn’t allow you to partner up with anybody else - or it could be a jab at the fact everyone in this class hates you for one reason or another.

“Some knob took the last spatula so I guess you’re using your hands.” He grumbled, dumping the heart which was packed in a thin, clear plastic bag onto your desk. Crossing his arms over his chest before sitting back down at his own table, pulling out his phone and about to start playing some music until you realised what he was trying to do and instinctively flicked his arm.

“What?” He hissed, jerking his head around to shoot you a deadly glare. You stuck your bottom lip out to form a pout but then you remembered that he finds your pouty face funny and right now you were trying to be intimidating so you quickly switched to a scowl. “You’re the one who wanted to dissect the stupid thing, you do it!” You roared, slamming the lamb heart onto his desk then leaned back in your chair, folding you arms over your chest in a bad-tempered manor.

Tsukishima’s expression softened slightly as he looked over, doing his best to stifle a chuckle at how silly you looked with a scowl on your face - like grumpy cat, in a way. “Why are you so mad?” He asked monotonously, shifting his gaze onto the heart on his desk, hesitantly reaching out to unzip the plastic bag which it was packed inside. 

You shrugged your shoulders, biting your lip as you looked down at your hands, shocked at how white your knuckles had become from holding a fist for so long. “My bad, Tsukki.” You said in a low voice, embarrassed at how his simple actions had pissed you off so much. “I guess I am just kinda frustrated with this whole class - mostly the teacher. I mean, we’re literally all doing horribly and instead of helping he just gives us a fucking lamb heart to dissect like what good does that--”

Suddenly, you felt something cold and slimy splat against your elbow, leading to a small gasp escaping your mouth as you instinctively whipped your head over to see what it was - however, as soon as you laid your eyes on it, you wished that you hadn’t. 

A high-pitched shriek left your mouth, immediately gaining the attention of almost the whole class but once the turned heads realised how uneventful the situation actually was, they went back to what they were doing prior to your scream. 

Tsukishima winced slightly in reaction to the shrill sound that left your mouth - “Oh, shut up.” He snapped, rolling his eyes at your - in his opinion - melodramatic reaction. “It’s just a bit of lamb heart; here, I’ll get it off for you.”

As soon as you realised what you had just done and the reaction it had evoked, you slapped your spare hand over your mouth but without averting your gaze from the god-forsaken piece of meat which clung committedly to your forearm. “Tsukki.” You tried to sound angry but the fear was still clear in your voice, “Why would you do that?” Although you hadn’t seen him do the deed, you were almost 100% this was the work of him flicking the wretched lamb muscle onto your arm - this theory was reinforced by the fact the plastic bag was lying wide open on his desk.

Tsukishima laughed, leaning over to pick the bit of heart off of your arm then proceeded to flick it away to some other poor soul’s desk. “There we go. Happy now?” 

You growled - something your friend had taught you to do whenever you were mad - shooting daggers at the lanky megane sitting in front of you while he wore a sly grin which just made you want to punch him right on the nose. “What the fuck was that for?” You snarled, “You know how much I hate blood.”

Tsukishima wheezed, he genuinely couldn’t tell if you were being serious or not, “Then what are you doing in a biology class?” His question was barely audible through his gasps for as well as the sound of him slapping him knee.

You clicked your tongue, wiping the excess lamb juice off of your arm, “Joking.” You droned, turning to eye the heart on his desk. “Go on, dissect the thing.”

[mcwriting]

Starstruck (7)

I’m back again and so quickly! Ha! I’m getting soooo close to finishing this but now I’m distracted writing my other series lol. 

While writing this I thought a lot about how much Tom actually curses vs. how little I put in andddd it’s pretty disproportional. I mostly just don’t speak like that so it carries over into my writing, but whatever. I’ll stick with it.

Anyways pls enjoy

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Fandom: Tom Holland

Ship: Tom x reader

Setting: Mostly LA, a little bit of South Korea in this one, but it doesn’t really talk about it

Word Count: 2146

Warnings: Mild language as per usual

Rating: K+

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You tore apart your room looking for your favorite swimsuit, an olive green bikini top that accentuated your chest and a pair of black high cut bottoms that lengthened your legs nicely. 

It had been a few days since you went and stayed with b/f/n and she now wanted to go to the beach with you. You hadn’t gone out much since due to the paparazzi, who still hung around your house sometimes.

The suit was nowhere to be found, every drawer and cabinet searched high and low. 

And then you spotted something in the corner of your eye.

A beach bag slumped over the chair by your desk.

Could it be? 

No

Unless…?

You stepped carefully towards it, dreading opening up the bag and the subsequent memories attached to it. The hurt of what Tom did was still fresh, but better than before.

Neither of you had had contact since his final message to you, which was something you weren’t sure if you were happy, sad, or mad about. 

You’d thought about what Caroline had said in the past few nights, losing sleep over her words.

There’s no way I’ve caught feelings for the guy, right?

I mean, sure. He’s handsome, nice accent, great muscles, smells good, dancer, good sense of humor. The list could go on, I guess. 

Oh wait. Shit. 

Those thoughts flooded your mind as you dumped the contents of the bag onto the carpet, something landing with a heavy thud underneath the swimsuit you’d been searching for.

You peeled away the clothes and things to find a yellow glass bottle, Tom’s stupid unopened cologne now rested on the floor of your room. You stared at it for a few seconds, not knowing what to think.

You’d pretty much forgotten about it since the incident, pushed far from every other thought you’d had since that day.

A buzz suddenly sounded from your phone on the bed, revealing a text from b/f/n saying she was on her way. 

Not wanting to run late, you sat the bottle on the desk and ran to the bathroom to change before she arrived.

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Photographers followed you and b/f/n at the beach, probably wanting to write a gossip piece about how you were “moving on.” Neither of you cared.

Instead, you both actively posed for the cameras for a little bit, laughing at the men’s persistence. Eventually, however, another of many celebrities in the area caught their eyes and they left, giving you much needed peace.

After a couple hours spent swimming, taking selfies, and tanning, the two of you gathered your things and headed for lunch at a nearby cafe. 

As you sat and ate under an umbrella, you found an article that had already been written containing photos from the beach earlier. It was titled “Moving on? Y/l/n spotted in spicy bikini with pal,” something that made you roll your eyes. 

“Wouldn’t it be funny if we reposted some of these pictures?” you joked to b/f/n. 

“Yes oh my gosh! That would be hilarious! Send me the article,” she agreed. 

You both screenshotted some pictures, picking your favorite to be the cover of your next Instagram post and intermixing some of the day’s selfies, too. Each of you hit post, tagging one another, and went back to your food.

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The day had been long but perfect. 

B/f/n dropped you at your house late that afternoon, both of you tired from sitting in the sun most of the day. Since then, you’d spent the evening with your family and now prepared for bed.

You hadn’t checked your phone much since posting the photos, but you opened instagram to find that tons of Tom’s fangirls had liked and commented on your picture, most of them pretty supportive. 

Your caption had read “Apparently this is a spicy swimsuit and somehow it’s helping me move on from drama. Either way, today was a much needed beach day with my fav!” 

Other of your friends commented inside jokes, adding fire and pepper emojis, and called you spicy.

You spent a few minutes replying to comments when you decided to look at the likes. You searched “Holland” in the bar, wanting to see how many fans were liking it, but the first name caused your stomach to drop. 

Tomholland2013

There was a blue checkmark signifying it was him, too. 

There was no way he’d done it earlier, so you went back to the comments, where you found a new comment from only a minute before that read “OMG TOM LIKED!”

You were shocked to say the least. Was this some kind of a joke to him? Or was this his way of reaching out from a distance? Your thoughts became frequent and jumbled, and finally you decided to put up the phone and truly get ready for bed.

On the back of your desk chair was draped your favorite sleep shirt. As you went to grab it, the cologne bottle caught your eye once again.

You stared at it for a minute, then did something you’d probably regret later. 

You ripped off the plastic wrap off top and uncapped it. You took a heavy breath, and then spritzed the scent a few times over the sheets. 

It wafted up around you, filling your nose with the musky sweetness you were familiar with. 

After changing, you crawled into bed, the smell overcoming you, relaxing you. Surprisingly, butterflies filled your stomach as warm memories of yours and Tom’s night together came to mind once again. 

Ah shit. Caroline was right was the last thought to cross your mind as sleep overtook you.

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Stan Twitter and Insta had blown up overnight as Tom’s fans speculated about him liking your post (and of course it just had to be one in a swimsuit). You tried not to think about it too much as you once again went to dance and tried to let off steam.

After class came and went, a parent came to let you know that once again there were dozens of people outside waiting for you with cameras and whatnot.

Your friends offered to help walk you to the car, but you were honestly angry. Enough was enough.

“I knew things would get crazy but this has gone on for too long. Celebrities might have to put up with this, but I don’t,” you spat, shouldering your dance bag and heading for the door. 

A few people tried to stop you but you just shrugged them off.

“Y/n, y/n!” the people began yelling, fighting to see who would get to your first. One woman beat out the rest and shoved a microphone in your face, the cameraman blocking your way.

“Tell us about your time with Tom Holland! We only want the truth!” she exclaimed with her feigned enthusiasm.

”You don’t want the truth, you want a story,” you began. Seeing the way people already looked uncomfortable with that statement, you continued.

“You take a good, normal person and turn him into your own little reality show. You build him up into a big celebrity just so you can tear him down in public.”

You were beginning to feel your face heat up and eyes threaten tears, but still you continued, looking out at the rest of the crowd.

“Just so you can sell magazines and TV shows? That’s really sick. And Tom Holland’s just one example. He’s talented and successful. He’s all the stuff lots of kids dream of having.”

Nothing you said had a hint of sarcasm or disdain, but rather it was a defendant tone. Now you took on an accusatory one directed at the reporters.

“But thanks to you, he’s had to give up some of the best things in life. Freedom. Privacy. Honesty. So congratulations, you’ve created a celebrity. But you have wrecked the human being inside. You should be ashamed of yourselves.”

You finished the tirade, a tear slipping onto your cheek as you remembered the night he spent at your house telling you about how he often missed normal life. There was a heavy pause but cameras continued to flash. The reporter turned to her cameraman.

“Did you get that?” she asked. He nodded, so she turned back to you.

“Y/n, y/n just one more question. In your opinion, who is Tom Holland really?”

You looked at her, taken aback. Your blood boiled.

“Who is he? I don’t know. The Tom Holland you’re all so obsessed with…” you took a moment to collect your thoughts. “I promise you I never met him. And I wouldn’t want to.”

With that, you pushed through the crowd and to your car, hoping they were satisfied.

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On the other side of the world, Tom was becoming stir crazy. By the time Tom had awoken, videos and transcripts of your speech were already circulating the internet and he was overwhelmed and frankly angry. 

He was supposed to be getting ready for another press day, but how could he do interviews when everyone would just want to hound on him about you?

“Tom, we need to talk,” Harrison said sternly as Tom paced his hotel living room. Harry and Sam stood behind him in the entryway..

“Alright what on?” he asked as though nothing was wrong.

“Tom. Tell us what’s got you acting like this, saying what you did, and her making that speech through tears. You obviously liked that girl and something happened with her,” Harry stated.

Tom paused and turned to the group.

“What are you talking about? There was nothing going on between us.”

They all looked at each other and then Tom like he was an idiot.

“Look mate, you have no reason to lie to us. We always have your back and we’ll probably understand,” Sam added. The group took a few steps forward.

Tom was becoming more agitated and avoided eye contact with all of them. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest.

“First off, I’m not lying. And secondly, if I were, you all wouldn’t understand anyways because you aren’t me! None of you get what it’s like living my life and you never will!” Tom exclaimed, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

The group was taken aback at Tom’s explosive statement and now Harrison was mad too.

“You know what, man? We came here to talk because we care about you. You’ve been a real dick the past few days and it’s getting old. All we wanted to do was help you out but instead you decided to go all movie star on us,” Harrison blurted. He turned to the twins, “Let’s go guys. He’s obviously beyond us.”

The three boys turned to walk out the door and Tom felt a weight drop in his stomach. Harry was just starting to open the door when Tom stopped them.

“Wait!” he paused and took a deep breath, “I’ll tell you all what’s really going on, but you have to let me tell the whole story first.”

They reluctantly turned back, eventually making themselves comfortable around the living room and letting Tom vent out the whole story, including how his management had made him cut ties with you.

“She was so honest and kind and I blew it. The more distant from her I can make myself, the better. I couldn’t let myself bring you in on this secret and feel bad too. She deserves to just hate me.”

The boys were all shocked and angered at what was going on.

“Tom, I love you, you’re my brother. But you are such a div! And I mean that in the most extreme manner possible,” said Harry.

“Yeah, come on mate. Just fire them! Why are you letting them control your life?” asked Sam. 

“You guys don’t get it! Singleness sells! I can’t jeopardize my career just because I found y/n to be the most beautiful and incredible and real person I’ve ever met. I mean, right?”

Harrison piped up at that.

“You really are more stupid than you look. Tom I’m gonna tell you straight. They’re living in some figmented reality where your relationship status determines whether or not you get hired. I mean, you’re Spider-Man for God’s sake. That has to count for something, right?”

Tom bounced his head back and forth in contemplation. 

“I mean I guess-” he started when Harrison cut him off again.

“You guess!” he stood up in disbelief. “You guess? Come on! Directors don’t care who the hell you’re dating if you’re giving them Oscar worthy performances and box office hits! And even then, who cares about your career when you’re putting your heart on the cutting board for it. Just go after the damn girl, Tom. And fire those assholes while you’re at it.”

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A/N: Still can’t believe I got this out so quickly. Anyways, thanks for reading and as always, send me a message or ask if you wanna talk since I can’t respond to comments! (And keep an eye out for “the best revenge,” my new series)

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[gloriousprofessorhan]

muffin

in which you’re bestfriend with Kyungsoo, and he called you muffin

(re-upload, ‘Muffin’, on AFF 2018)

“Have a nice day.” You said.

“I won’t.” he coldly replied.

You rolled your eyes and left his side to walk with Chen. “If only he could be nicer.” You mumbled and Chen chuckling beside you.

“Then what? You gonna date him if he’s nicer to you, muffin?” Chen teased you with the nickname you got from him.

“Shut up.”

“Ah, sorry, you have a boyfriend.”

Chen continue laughing while you grumbling. You’re waving your hand to your friend, “Wendy! Wait!”

You semi run towards Wendy leaving Chen and your grumpy childhood bestfriend, Kyungsoo.

“How’s the exam?” Wendy asked while sipping her slushie.

“Surprisingly good!” you grabbed her slushie and sip it. “Can’t believe I answered all the question.”

“Hey, ladies.” Wendy’s classmate, Suji greet you and her. You’re not very close to Suji but she’s a pretty and nice girl, “wanna go grab lunch?”

You remember you promised Kyungsoo to have lunch with him after he handed the paper, “I’ll skip, I’m going to have lunch with Kyungsoo later.”

“He’s your boyfriend? I’m in the same science class with him.” Suji said.

“No, no,” you gestured your hands like an X, “we’re just childhood friends.”

“She has a boyfriend.” Wendy pointed at you, “Lay, from Art major.”

“Oh, I see… and Lay’s gonna join you for lunch later?” Suji asked.

“Uhm, no… he got another paperworks… so…”

“And he’s fine with your relationship with Kyungsoo?” 

“Of course,” you laughs, “they’re friends… I know Lay from Kyungsoo.”

-

You’re waiting for Kyungsoo at the College park and you saw him walking with Chen and Kai, “Dyo!” you called him by the nickname you gave him, it’s from his surename, Doh.

He turned to see you and nod, “what?”

“So what are we having for lunch?”

He raised his eyebrows a bit, “lunch? I just had lunch with them.” He pointed the two other boys.

“What???”

“Well, I’m hungry after finishing the paper.” He said it calmly, “you haven’t eat? It’s almost 3 pm.” 

“Because you—“ you harshly inhaled air and finally said, “yeah I haven’t eat, I’m just gonna grab whatever in the convinience store and eat it while walking home.”

You turned around and fished your cellphone from your bag and call your boyfriend.

“Hey, babe.” He answered.

“Where are you? I’m hungry, wanna go grab lunch?”

“I had one, you haven’t eat?”

“Not yet…” you sighs.

“I can’t go anywhere now, I’m still working on my final project.” He said. “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m fine… bye…” you hung up and walking towards your house, it’s not close from the Campus but you feel like enjoying the nice weather.

“Muffin!!”

You knew who’s voice it was but you keep walking.

“Where’s your lunch?” Kyungsoo jabbed your shoulders while panting after he ran after you.

“I haven’t buy one.”

“Let’s go.”

“Huh?” he pull you to a small market and next thing you know you’re sitting in front of bibimbap stall and Kyungsoo already order one for you.

“Even tho I told you to have lunch with me, if you’re hungry then go eat by yourself first.” He said while mixing the rice for you.

“I’m unlike you,” you said, “if I promised something to someone, I’ll keep it.”

He laughs, showing his cute gummy, “good girl,” he patted you head, “now eat.” 

You shove the spoon to your mouth and you know he’s watching you.

“Where’s Lay?” he asked.

“Busy with final project.” You shortly replied.

“Neglected again~” he sang the last part just to make you pout.

You scoffed while busy chewing your food.

“Hey, I saw you talked to Suji before.”

You turned to see him with squinting eyes. Kyungsoo never asked about a girl like this before. “Yeah.”

“She’s pretty like cupcakes.” He said.

You rolled your eyes, you have a history about you nickname that related to Kyungsoo and cupcake.

“We’re at a same class.” He murmured.

“Yeah, she told me that—“

“What if you set me up with her?’

You almost choked on your food, “you… w-what? You like her??”

“Well,” he shrugged his shoulders, “she’s cute.”

“You don’t like cute girls!”

“And who are you deciding what kind of girls I like?” he mocked.

You munch your food slower, “so… you like Suji?”

“I don’t know yet… but I think she’s cute.” Kyungsoo chuckles.

-

it wasn’t a double date since you were on a date with Lay and you told Suji if she wants to join, and you saw a brighter smile when you mentioned that Kyungsoo might be there too.

Lay and Kyungsoo talked about games they were playing and Suji seems to enjoying the conversation and you can’t help but observing how Kyungsoo being gentle to Suji. He likes the girl. You knew.

Moreover when Kyungsoo offering to walk her home.

He likes her.

You knew.

-

“How is it with her?” you asked Kyungsoo when you met him in front of your Campus gate.

“Huh?”

“Come onn… you know whom I was talking about.” You took the cola from his hand.

“We talked a lot on the way home.”

“And?”

He’s turning to see you, “I like her.”

You stop walking.

“Muffin?” he stopped and turned his heels and stretched his arms out, “my cola.”

-

The following week you saw Suji’s social media when he posted her picture with Kyungsoo and the caption was: love.

“Oohh~ my Kyungsoo have a girlfriend~” you teased him when you met him later on at the subway station.

He smiles widely, something he rarely done. “we went out just us few more times before I told her if she wants to be my girl.”

“Tell me the details!!” you asked when he pull you to the train and he found you both seats.

“What details? We went out for a meal and on the way home I told her that I like her, she said yes.” He plug the earphones on his phone and scroll the music directory, press play to a song and offer the other end of the earphone to you.

You took it without saying anything, “you happy?”

He nodded, “told you, I like her.”

-

“Valentine’s coming, do we have plans?” you asked Lay.

“Of course.” He kissed your hair, “dinner?”

You nodded while looking at him designing something on his computer tablet, “I hate your projects.” You murmured.

Lay laughing, “why?”

“I’m jealous that you put more attention to them than to me.”

Lay clicked ‘save’ and put it down on the table, then he joined you on the bed, his bed, “you missed me, aren’t you?”

“I’ve told you that million times but you always said: my final project this, my final project that.” You pouts and he kiss the pout away.

“Let’s go on a date on val’s day. I’ll book a place for us.”

-

He said that but he was the one coming to you asking, “have you book a restaurant for us?”

You can’t  help but furrowing your eyebrows.

“Hey, Soo.” Lay greets Kyungsoo who walks with you towards your class together.

“Me? Do I have to book it for us?” You raised your voice.

Lay looks confused, “yeah, no?”

“No.” You replied, “you said you’re gonna book a place for us, you told me that! Oh my God, Lay, I can’t believe—“

“You guys can join me and Suji.” Kyungso cuts you before you explode.

“Why would us??” you shout at him.

“Hey, babe, come on, we can join Kyungsoo and Suji… come on…” Lay tried to hug you.

“Yeah, me and Suji is gonna celebrate val’s day at the french restaurant down the street, it’s new, the place’s nice and the price is good, not gonna robbed us as student.” Kyungsoo explained.

“Let me go!” you escaped yourself from Lay and left them.

“Book another table for us, please.” Lay said to Kyungsoo and go after you.

-

You know you should’ve been mad to your boyfriend when he called you saying that he couldn’t make it to the val’s day dinner, but you really can’t because he said he’s stuck on train from Seokchon to Seoul due to heavy snow.

Then Kyungsoo came to your house. Alone.

“Where’s Suji?”

“She has to go to the hospital.” He said.

“Everything’s okay??”

He nods, “her little sister fell from bike and she has to be with her mom because her father is out of town.”

“Why don’t you come with her?” you asked.

Kyungsoo shook his head, “I haven’t being introduced formally to her parents.”

“Isn’t it the good time to be introduced to her mom at least?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “she said otherwise.”

You didn’t say anything for a while, looking at the bright winter afternoon, you two just sitting side by side on your house’s patio.

“Cold.” Kyungsoo murmured.

“Let’s get inside.” 

“Let’s just go to the restaurant.” Kyungsoo suggested, “I already made reservation, my reputation is at stake.”

You crinkle your nose, “you made two reservations, right?”

“Yeah, but the other one is under Lay’s name… just let the restaurant thinks that guy is irresponsible.”

-

It’s a set menu you got, pretty appetizers for each, steaks as the main course and one nice vanilla cake and ice cream as dessert for both of you to share.

Kyungsoo read a table tent that said something about special menu.

“Have you ever tried caviar?” he asked.

“Not yet, but I really want to try one… people said it’s amazing.”

“Who’s that people?” Kyungsoo raised one eyebrow.

“Uhm, some people on TV.”

He scoffed, “they give it for free as special val’s day menu.”

“Realllyy??”

Kyungsoo showed you the promotion then you raised your hand to call a waiter.

“Can I help you, miss?”

“Yes, uhm, can I have one sweet potato crème fraiche caviar?” you said, and Kyungsoo silently cooing at how you pronounce a hard name.

“Oh that special menu?”

“Yes,” You said, “it’s free, right?”

“Correct! It only have one super easy requirement to get that menu.”

You both raised your eyebrows, “requirement?”

“Just kiss your partner.”

“You don’t really want that caviar…” he said.

“I’m curious, and this actually a good chance I can taste that expensive shit…” you murmured, “but… well, damn you Lay Zhang!!” you cursed your MIA boyfriend, “where are you when I need you.”

“Okay let’s call that waiter and claim the caviar.” Kyungsoo said.

“What??” You saw him staring at you. “but the req—“

“Don’t act like we’re not each other’s first kiss.” He said just above whispers, and you’ll lie to yourself if you said you didn’t feel that bubble inside your chest.

“But that was…” you didn’t continue because hell, you were friends for ever with him and there’s no way you feel this way, and there’s no way he’s involving any extended feeling when he pick up that first kiss topic again.

Yes, you were each other’s first kiss, but that was because the 12 years old you and him were curious about how it feels when lips meet other lips, and it happened after you two watching a foreign TV series where the heroine kissing the love of her life.

“Have you ever kissed someone?” Kyungsoo asked one day when you both walked home after a piano lesson.

“Yeah.” You murmured.

“Liar.”

“Okay, never, but I know how to kiss.” You said.

Kyungsoo scoffed. “how?”

You gestured your fingers, putting it together, “pout your lips and go forward and stick it to—“

“Stick it???” Kyungsoo flinched, “stick??”

You sulked and walked away while he was laughing.

“Muffin!”

“Stop calling me that!” you walked faster.

He ran after you and pull your shoulder, “let’s try.”

“Try what?”

“Kissing.” He said.

“Gross!!”

“Okay then be a lip-virgin forever.” Kyungsoo walked passing you.

“Huh?” you started to worry, will someone kissed you later? or you will be a lip-virgin forever. “Dyo! Wait!”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Kiss me!”

he turned around, “huh…?”

you stood right in front of him, and your height was similar to him, it was years before he suddenly grew much taller than you. 

He was staring at you, and you can’t help but lowering your gaze. And when you’re looking at him again, he immediately avoiding you.

“So, w-what should I do first?” he asked.

“Just… uh…” you really can’t lift your gaze, suddenly he put his palm on your shoulder, and his feet move forward.

“look at me…” he said.

You lift your face and realised how close you were. Then you saw him started to close his eyes, and so do you, and after a long excruciating second, you’re finally feel something soft touching your lips.

His lips stayed there for another few second before detached them from yours. It was just a long innocent peck. But you and him were walking home in silence after that.

And no one talking about it again.

Until today.

“Are we really… gonna…” you search for Kyungsoo’s ‘I’m just kidding’ but you saw his flat face.

“Yeah, why not.” He shrugged, “I never had caviar, you too, and the requirement is only kissing you… easy.”

“Easy?” you scoffed, “kissing me is easy?”

“Lay knew better I bet, but, come on, nothing to lose, we would only gain two crème fraiche caviar in roasted sweet potato.” He made a yummy gesture by kissing his thumb and index finger together.

Yeah, what would be so hard with kissing him, right?

“Okay.” You said and Kyungsoo casually raised his hand to call a waiter.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“Can we get the caviar?”

“Of course, just show me your love to your girl, sir.” The waiter smiles.

And Kyungsoo reached out to palmed your jaw, briefly caressing your cheek before lift his gaze to meet yours, and your brain start telling you that this isn’t right. You should stop him, you shouls say no, you should—

His face is getting closer, and closer, and he tilt his head.

You hold your breath.

He stop for one milisecond before capture your lips.

You gulp when he touches your lips.

And he kissed you.

And you kissed him back.

And he move his lips between yours.

And you don’t know when and how but your hand is on his nape.

Shit.

You pulled away and he’s startled. The waiter didn’t seem to notice because he’s smiling happily while preparing the caviar for both of you.

You couldn’t focus on whatever happened after the kiss. And the caviar that served tasted bland.

-

“You haven’t forgive me.” Lay sat across you in a fast food stall near your college.

“For?”

“For stuck inside the train in the middle of the snow storm that made me unable to spent val’s day with you.”

“That was two weeks a go.” You continue your meal.

“Yeah, and you act so cold since then.” He tried to get you feed him.

“I’m fine, I’m always fine… even if you’re never there for me, I’m fine.” You fake a smile.

“See… you’re mad at me.” He sighs.

“Do you love me?” you stopped eating.

“Uh-hum.”

“Uh-hum?”

Lay stop trying to steal your food and looking at you instead, “that’s another way to say yes.”

“A lazy way to say yes.” You corrected him.

Lay shrugged his shoulder.

“You never said you love me, you choose lazy way to answer me when I asked if you ever love me. God…”

“Are you on period?”

“This has nothing to do with my period, Lay, you’ve been so insensitive and deserting me a lot! And I’m tired of trying to understand you!”

“Whoa-whoa… wait, babe, when did I—“

“When? When, huh? It was when you always put you final project whatsoever first.”

“But that’s for my future!” he said.

You stopped.

“You’re being selfish.” Lay said.

“Oh…” you paused, “am I?”

Lay nodded.

“Okay, let’s put your future first…” you said, “go focus on your future first… and if we meant to be together, let’s meet in the future.”

“W-what do you mean?”

“Let’s not see each other again as couple… let’s just be friends.”

“You break up with me?”

You nodded, “I’m sorry for disturbing you from focusing on your future.”

“But babe…”

“Stop calling me that.”

“You’re just mad, babe…”

You stood up and Lay also standing up, “I’m not kidding, Lay, I’m tired of this relationship where I was the only one trying to hold on the thin thread that connect us… I’m sorry, but I really can’t continue this.”

-

You didn’t cry on the first day you broke up with him, but cried the day after. However, it was a year full of him. Something is definitely missing.

And Kyungsoo, someone who suppose to be your bestfriend is busy with his girl, you knew they’re get along well when Wendy told you that Suji introduced Kyungsoo to her family.

“So… now the family already know you?” you match Kyungsoo’s pace on the way to subway station.

He was a little startled but then he look straight ahead again without giving you any answer.

“I texted you yesterday.” You said.

“Oh, I haven’t replied?”

he hasn’t even read it.

“I called you few days a go.”

“I saw the missed call but I was out with Suji.”

You just nodded while glue your lips together. There was stung in your heart to find out that Kyungsoo doesn’t even know that you broke up with Lay. He didn’t even give you a chance to tell him.

He stepped inside the train. Without pulling you in.

He stand in the corner, the train wasn’t packed but he didn’t go finding a seat either. So you stand beside him.

“Sit there if you want.” He said pointing at an empty seat.

“No, i—uh, I wanna talk to you.”

He pull out his cellphone and plug the earphone. You were lowkey waiting for him to give you one earphone but the hope crumbled when he said,

“Hello, hey, I’m at the train right now… you’re already at campus?”

He’s calling Suji and left you awkwardly standing next to him.

Two stops later you find an empty seat near you, and you left Kyungsoo to sit down, didn’t realised that Kyungsoo finished the phonecall and staring at your sad face.

Next day kyungsoo waited for the subway but he didn’t find you, and the next day, also the day after. You weren’t avoiding him, you just went to Pohang because one of your older cousin’s getting married.

At the fourth day, you were already at the station waiting for the train when Kyungsoo appear beside you.

“Where were you?” he asked but the train coming and the pulled you inside and found seats for you, then he pulled his cellphone, you looked away, trying not to care if he’s going to call Suji again, but then you feel him slip the earphone into your ear.

“Listen, new song I discovered.” He said.

You didn’t say anything, keep your face away of him, and slowly release took the earphone off and give it back to him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing.” You stood up and standing near the door even tho your destination is still three stops away.

Somehow you couldn’t understand what you feel about him, is it about the kiss? Or your disappointment towards him because he wasn’t there when you’re down after broke up with Lay.

“Why you’re sulking?” he asked when you both get off at your stop and walking towards the campus.

“Me? When?”

“Now.” He said.

“Oh, since when you know me that well till you know that I’m sulking?”

“Well, it doesn’t need to be genius to see how you fold that face into an ugly frown.” He shrugged.

“Don’t talk to me as if we’re close.” You walk faster.

“Huh? What do you mean? We are close.”

“You think so?” you turned to him, “are we still close now? Because as far as I remember, I didn’t neglect you when I have a boyfriend but look at you! You didn’t even reply my messages, you didn’t pick up my calls, you didn’t talk to me!”

“I didn’t ask you to do all of that to me while you have boyfriend.”

“Oh, so you think if you’re dating someone, you could just throw away your friends??” you raised your voice.

“I never threw you away! I’m just being a normal me, and I’m sorry if my girlfriend is actually paying attention to me, unlike your—“

“I broke up with Lay.” You said, “more than a week a go. And I’m trying to tell you this, I need you but you’re busy with your life!”

Kyungsoo called you but you runaway.

-

“Muffin…” 

you murmured the nickname he gave you. Muffin. It was from the incident of your birthday years a go, when you had your 11 birthday, when you specifically asking for a cupcake for your birthday and Kyungsoo gave you muffin instead, telling you that they looked similar. You sulked for day and he teased you by calling you that, until now.

And as the courtesy of how Kyungsoo love to get you on the edge, he always giving you muffin in your birthday and told you to eat the cupcake.

You told him it’s a fake cupcake, muffin is not pretty like cupcake, muffin is ugly and by him calling you muffin, you knew he lowkey telling you that you’re ugly like muffin.

“Kyungsoo’s here.” Your mom knocked on your door.

You sat on your bed when he’s get into your room.

“Hey muffin…” he said.

“Stop calling me that!”

he smiles and gave you a cute box.

“If you dare buying me another dozen of muffin, I’m gonna hit y—“ you opened the box and found cupcakes inside.

He sat beside you and took one of the prettiest cupcake and feed you.

“How’s it?” he asked while you munch.

You only responds with a hum.

“Do you like this better?”

you never care about how it taste but actually it tastes like a birthday cake, a classic vanilla with overly sweet icing.

“Do you know why I prefer to call you muffin than cupcake?” he asked.

“Because I’m not pretty enough like cupcake?”

He shook his head, “because muffin tastes a lot better than cupcake.”

You didn’t say anything, just let him continue.

“muffins has various flavour inside, could be banana muffin, choco chips mufin, blueberry… and all flavour is inside the cake… unlike cupcake, cupcake is just a vanilla cake with icing. A plain cake with over decorating outside. And for me, you’re pretty inside, not outside.”

“So, I’m not pretty?”

“Hm, of course you’re gonna take it wrong.” He sighs, “who says muffin is not pretty? Muffin is honest… do you think cupcake is pretty without all the icings?”

“You mean cupcake is like girls with thick make up?”

“Exactly.”

You tried to hold your smile. “I’m gonna tell Suji you said her make up is too thick.”

“When did I said that?”

“Hey! Remember you told me Suji is cute like cupcake?”

“When did I??”

“You did!”

Kyungsoo waved at you in dismissal. “Anyway, I’m sorry about you and Lay…” he caress your back.

“It’s fine… it’s time… I’ve been very patient for too long.” You said, “and you’re right, my boyfriend is not paying attention to me like your girl…”

He chuckled, “you’ll find someone who deserves you soon, muffin.”

You talked to him for another hour before he bid himself goodbye, and when you walked him outside, you realised you want to see him longer.

“Kyungsoo.”

 He startled when he heard you calling him with that name, not Dyo.

“Have you ever think of not being friends with me anymore?” you asked.

He shook his head, “when you were mad at me yesterday, I thought I lost you as my friend, and I don’t want that.”

And that brought you back to your place. He doesn’t want you and him to be more than this. “w-what about something else… other than being enemy.”

He stopped, but his gaze linger, he was staring at you and from his eyes, you knew he get what you mean. You saw the complication in his eyes.

“Sorry, I mean—“

“I have a girlfriend.” He said.

-

And so time flies, spring’s here, the flowers bloom and the weather getting warmer. Kyungsoo still remind friends with you, only he’s few feet farther than before. Many things changed after the whole blurry confession you told him, and you never blame him.

Lay finished his final project and he called you, he even went to see you several times, telling you that he’s sorry and if there’s another chance for him but you haven’t give him answer.

It’s still breezy but you decided to drive yourself to the beach at the city side. Suddenly you saw someone walked towards you, someone very familiar.

“Muffin…” he smiles.

“How did you know I’m here?”

“Your mom.”

You made an ‘O’ with your mouth.

“All good?” he asked.

“Lay wants to reconcile.” You told him.

“Oh…” he walks beside you, “and?”

You just shrugged your shoulders.

“You don’t love him anymore?” he asked.

“I don’t know if I could love him again when I have someone else occupied my mind…” at this point, you don’t care. You knew you like Kyungsoo and if he can’t like you back, and he feels disturbed by your confession, he can leave and you two can stop being friends.

“Oh…” he still walking beside you. “I broke up with Suji.”

You stops, letting him leaving you behind. But after few steps he turned around, “I can’t stay being his boyfriend while my mind is occupied by someone else.”

You can’t help but asking, “who?”

“A friend a kissed on valentine’s day.” He murmured.

“You choose a muffin instead of a cupcake?”

He nodded, “always choose a muffin, because it tastes better.” He smiles.

You scoffed.

“Soo…” he stepped closer, “instead of just thinking about each other… why don’t we date each other?”

“Since when did you like me?” you asked when he come even closer to you.

“Since I called you muffin for the first time.” He put a strain of your hair behind your ear.

“That long?”

“Hmm… but I’m afraid to ruin what we had…” he whispers.

“What about now? You’re not afraid to ruin what we have?”

Kyungsoo pull you into a hug, “being with or without you ruining me in different ways, and I choose to live the present, to show you how much I want you more than a friends do…” he kissed your hair, “muffin… I want to be with you for the longest time.”

You snugged deeper in his chest, “me too…”

He pull away a bit just to tild his head, “be my girl…” he said before leaned down to kiss you before you could say yes.

But you knew, he knew you’d say yes, because you kissed him back.

-end-

[topimagines]

Elastic Heart

Part II

Summary:  And I will stay up through the night, yeah, let's be clear, won't close my eyes. And I know that I can survive, I'll walk through fire to save my life.

A/n: yes, bitch, I actually wrote an entire 2 parter in 3 days

Part 1

Y/n did not wake up for another few hours. The nurse said she was going to take a little while, but Brendon did not expect it to take this long. After they placed the chest tube, Brendon got her moved to a private so he and Sarah could stay the night. Zack had left hours ago with his wife and had promised to come back in the morning. He kissed y/n on the forehead before he walked with Kala out of the room.

“We should go to sleep, baby,” Brendon told Sarah, who had been sitting and staring at their sleeping girlfriend.

“I’m okay, go ahead and go to sleep,” she whispered. She reached a hand out and wrapped her fingers around y/n’s hand.

-

When y/n woke up, her eyes burned from the bright light shining into the… hospital room?

Suddenly yesterday came back in full detail, and she remembered the intense pain she felt in her side and now it wasn’t. There was a tube coming out of her, though. That wasn’t pleasant to wake up to when all she wanted to do was stretch her achy muscles. A nurse came in smiling, noticing the girl who had just woken up.

“Hiya, trooper!” she greeted quietly. Y/n was about to ask why she was being so quiet when she noticed Brendon asleep on a comfy looking couch. Sarah was nowhere to be seen. “Your friend left to get coffee and made me promise to keep an eye on you,” the nurse explained, “these two stayed with you all day and night.”

“Can you- can you wake him up please?” y/n asked, her voice was sort of hoarse from the amount of time she was asleep. The nurse nodded and walked up to where Brendon was asleep on the couch. She gently coaxed him out of sleep, telling him that his friend was awake. Before y/n could blink, Brendon was up and at her side, taking her hand in his softly.

“You scared the shit out of all of us,” he whispered, “kind of hurt your point though, baby.”

She laughed lightly at his joke. However, she started to feel like a giant ass. She was yelling at him for trying to help her and she was not even grateful for said help.

“I’m so sorry, Brendon,” she sighed, bringing her hand up with his to lay a kiss on his knuckles, “I should not have yelled at you like that. I was being a grade A cunt.” He chuckled and shook his head. Before she knew it, he climbed into the hospital bed next to her (carefully, considering she had a tube sticking out of the side of her chest) and laid down. She rested her head on his chest as he got settled.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he reassured, “I didn’t take it to heart.”

-

A few hours later, Sarah had come back and cried when she saw y/n awake, and the doctor came in to speak to everyone.

“I saw that you had trauma to your side recently,” the doctor said, “and when you came in we requested a chest x-ray, its all pretty standard… but we noticed you have a broken rib, and that is the cause of your pneumothorax.”

Brendon and Sarah both tensed up, remembering the conversation they had the day y/n had gotten hurt.

“No one hit me hard enough to break a bone…”

“So the attack is the reason she had this… thing,” Brendon said out loud, solidifying everyone’s thoughts.

“The attack caused a broken rib, that later led to the pneumothorax,” the doctor reiterated.

Brendon shook his head and got up from the bed, both girls calling his name. He quickly left the room, head hung low, and his phone already taken out of his back pocket.

“Go stop him, Sarah,” y/n knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to make some kind of post, address the situation and tell off his fans.

That would out everyone, and that was no what y/n wanted.

-

Brendon reluctantly came back ten minutes later, after the doctor had left. He had explained the plan for recovery, how they were going to fix the rib that punctured her lung, and how this would affect her going forward. She was going home later that evening, as there wasn’t much else they could do. The rib would heal in due time (after they set it back in place), and he had said she had a small pneumothorax, so the chest tube was taken out.

Everyone was relieved the moment they stepped into the house. Y/n went immediately to the couch and laid down. Sarah said she would cook dinner (she really did not want to see her girlfriend in pain) and Brendon laid down next to her, pulling her into his chest and whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

“I love you, so much,” he whispered, nosing at her neck, “don’t scare me like that again.” Y/n only nodded, her eyes shutting. Sarah walked in about thirty minutes later with y/n’s favourite food in her hands and saw the two sound asleep in each other’s arms.

She snapped a photo quickly, smiling at how soft they looked.

Brendon had not expected Sarah to take anything into her own hands, but when he woke up and saw thousands of notifications on his phone, he knew she had done something. The post was of the two of them (Sarah and Brendon) on a beach a couple years ago, the next slide was of her and y/n at a movie that he had insisted on taking because they both looked so amazing, and the last was of Brendon and y/n just an hour ago. The caption said: “We don’t like pictures with all three of us, apparently. Anyway, these two are the loves of my life and I hate seeing either one of them in pain. Today, both of them were in pain, and now I am too. Treat people with kindness, don’t do stupid shit. Thank you, have a good night.” Brendon looked down at y/n, sleeping soundly, and smiled. He kissed her forehead before getting up to find his wife.

She was sitting in the dining room with a cold bowl of soup in front of her, her phone in her hand. Brendon slid the bowl away from her and grabbed her phone. He slid it into his pocket before cupping her cheek to make her look at him.

“I love you, so fucking much,” he kissed her lightly.

“I love you too,” she replied, “both of you.”

Now, he was feeling okay.

[camillemontespan]

cake fluffy alphabet

Thank you to @pixelburied for letting me use this template! 😄 This is on my phone so apologies for the lack of a keep reading line.

@jovialyouthmusic @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @sirbeepsalot @pug-bitch @moonlightgem7 @emceesynonymroll @burnsoslow @ibldw-main @dcbbw @emichelle @of-course-i-went-to-hartfeld @notoriouscs @rainbowsinthestorm @stopforamoment @drakesensworld @gardeningourmet @katedrakeohd

A – Anger (What was their first fight about? Any big or recurring arguments?)

A recurring argument is how Drake often uses whiskey to block out negative thoughts. Camille tries her best to get him to open up and he is working on it. 

B – Best (What would they say is the other’s best trait?)

Drake thinks Camille's best trait is her empathy.  She listens and she wants to help you if you’re having a rough time. ‘I’ve got wine, come over for chats, let’s unpack this.’ 

Camille thinks Drake’s best trait is how amazing a father and husband he is. He always puts his family first and he will do anything to keep them safe and happy. Becoming a family man was the making of Drake Walker.

C – Camera (How do they document their relationships? Who likes to take pictures? Or videos?)

Drake has a photo album on his phone of just pictures of Camille which he looks at when he misses her or just wants to smile. 

Camille has a scrapbook and develops actual photos and sticks them inside. 

D – Dates (What are their dates like?)

Cosy, romantic, lots of hand holding and laughter. They have ridiculous conversations over the table, such as ‘who would die first in a horror film starring our friends?’ (answer: Maxwell). 

E – Early (What was the first month of dating like?)

Drake constantly thought she was going to dump him. He didn’t believe he was worthy of her and he thought she would realise she had made a big mistake. Huge. 

Meanwhile, Camille was happy and giddy at the thought of dating him which is a complete contrast. 

F – Friends (How is their relationship with each other’s group of friends?)

They obviously have the same group of friends :) 

G – Gifts (Do they like giving each other gifts? What kind?)

They do! Personal, thoughtful gifts. Camille isn’t into anything flashy, she much prefers cute little things that she can treasure. She loves to read vintage books and Drake will buy her one if he wants to make her smile. 

Camille gifts him different bottles of whiskey, the more obscure the better. But the best present she ever gave him was the little babygrow with an embroidered marshmallow on the pocket as a birthday present, to surprise him with her baby news. 

H – Hugs (All things involving hugs)

THEY LOVE HUGS. When Camille’s cooking, he will come up behind her and give her a hug ‘just because.’

I – Inside Jokes (Do they have any?)

They have one involving vaseline and clingfilm thanks to Olivia and Leo.. 

J – Jealousy (Who gets jealous easier? How do they show their jealousy?)

Drake gets jealous easier. He knows she loves him but those early dating thoughts start coming back when he sees her talking to a handsome guy and he starts to doubt himself. He will go very quiet, stewing. Camille will know exactly what he’s thinking, which means she will become more touchy feely with Drake to reassure him that SHE IS NOT GOING TO LEAVE HIM.

K – Kiss (How do they kiss? Who usually initiates?)

Passionately! Cutely! Tenderly! All the kissing! Drake usually initiates because he is a romantic marshmallow under that rugged and sarcastic exterior. 

L – Love (How do they first say those three words?)

He said it to her in bed, almost in shock at himself because he hadn’t been expecting to say it but he just had to get it out there because she looked particularly beautiful that night and he realised how happy he was. Even better, she said it back.

M – Movies (What kinds of movies do they watch together? Is it a regular Netflix ritual?)

They watch thrillers and the occasional romcom which Drake tolerates for her.  They have Netflix and they like to bingewatch series (Drake has a crush on Nancy from Stranger Things)

N – Nicknames (Things they call each other)

‘Baby,’ ‘honey,’ just those kinds of names. 

O – One (Tell us about the moment they realized they were with the one.)

Drake took her camping up the mountains and she loved it. She didn’t complain at all, she took photos of everything, she got excited when she saw wildlife. They snuggled up together in the tent and Camille said that she wished they could stay in the mountains together forever. That was when Drake realised she was the one. 

Camille realised Drake was the one when she told him about her parents. She has always been private about her family but on the 20th anniversary of their death, she was very upset and wallowing. All she wanted was to talk to Drake about them. It was a big deal when she told him and he was very understanding and kind, listening carefully, giving her support. That was the moment she knew he was the one.

P – Pizza (What is their favorite food to eat together?)

Tapas because its fun to share and they can introduce different things to each other.

Q – Quit (Do they break up? Almost break up? What happened?)

His drinking got heavy for a while due to external pressures. Camille stuck with him. If there are issues, they work it out. They're a team.

R – Rainy Days (How do they comfort each other on dark days?)

Drake makes her tea and brings her one of her favourite books. Or he will put on a romcom.

Camille curls up beside him and makes up funny and ridiculous stories that make him chuckle.

S – Soft (Something one of them did that turned the other into absolute mush)

Drake got really excited about decorating the baby's nursery. He was running around thinking of ideas and what to buy while Camille watched him, melting, because he was so deliriously happy.

Camille found old photos of Drake and his father which were tucked away in a drawer, forgotten. She didn't think they should be hidden away gathering dust so she framed them and hung them up to make a gallery wall in the living room. Drake came home and couldn't believe all her effort.

T – Texting (Do they text each other a lot? What do they usually talk about over the phone?)

They text throughout the day if they're apart. Camille will send him photos of her shoes or her coffee, just something random.

Drake will send her a heart emoji at the same time every day to show he's thinking of her.

U – Unique (Tell us about some of their odd habits that surprised one another.)

Drake found out that sometimes she layers moisturiser on her hands and then puts on gloves to keep the moisturiser locked in overnight while she sleeps. He thought it was weird and hilarious.

Camille found out that Drake can't go to the bathroom first thing until after he's had a coffee.

V – Vanity (Something they’re proud of in themselves and their partner)

Camille adores his chest and shoulders because he's so broad and rugged looking.

Drake loves her eyes.

W – Wedding (Tell us about your wedding head canon if they’ve gotten that far. Or if not, have they talked about it?)

They got married at the Walker ranch with only close family and friends. They wanted it to be intimate and romantic with no frills or media presence. They exchanged vows on the jetty and consummated their marriage by the lake later that night.

X – X (Something they hate about the other)

They can't hate each other. But if Drake had to choose, probably the NFL team she supports.

Camille hates his aunt Bianca, so that's not really about Drake but it's related to Drake..

Y – Youtube (What are they like online? Do they post about their relationship constantly?)

They're very private. They have Facebook which they barely use but Drake does use Instagram and its basically dedicated to Camille. He'll post a photo of her with captions like 'woman crush every day, not just Wednesday.'

Z – Zoo (Are they into animals? Do they want pets? What kind?)

They love dogs. They have two corgis, Cheddar and Olive. Cheddar is more of Camille's dog while Olive worships Drake.

[ridiculousn3sswrites]

Bitter End

*Platonic Loki x Reader

*Summary: Reader looks back on their friendship with Loki.

*Warnings: Angst

*A/N: So this is neither the new chapter for My Princess nor college fluff, but it’s something I was able to write and helped me face my own feelings about a situation like this. By the way, would y’all be interested in me sharing my Instagram with you guys? Just a thought.

**********

It was another Saturday night spent alone in your room as you tried to work on anything. You were supposed to write a new chapter for your followers, but the inspiration just seemed to evade you. Your phone lit up with a notification from Instagram, so you decided to just go on there to waste some time while you tried to figure out where you were going with your story. Somehow, instead of going through your feed, you ended up on your own page, looking through your pictures. You laughed as you read through your friends’ comments, their stupid memey comments always making you feel better. It wasn’t until you hit a picture from nearly two years ago that you stopped, the username making your heart ache a little.

Godsgreatesttrickster.

**********

The two of you met in middle school, he was the new kid in your eighth grade class. At first you hadn’t really planned on befriending him, but he was friends with one of your friends, and everything just seemed to fall into place from there. The two of you were into a lot of the same things: the same shows, the same fandoms, the same music, the same type of humor. Once you got past the initial stage of awkwardness you had with everyone you met, you realized just what great friends the two of you could be.

You and Loki became nearly inseparable, even though you both had your own friend groups. The two of you hung out the most often when you were with your mutual friend, and you didn’t really talk to each other out of school, but you still had a great connection. Within a year Loki had become one of your closest friends, and you would even consider him one of your best friends.

Once eighth grade ended, you kind of figured that your friendship would either die out or continue into high school. You didn’t even really know which high school he was going to, but you were kind of okay with that. Sure, you were really good friends, but you’d only been friends for a year so it wasn’t as difficult as it would’ve been if you’d been friends for longer. It wasn’t until a few weeks into summer vacation that Loki messaged you on Kik. That entire summer you two were texting, just talking about anything and everything that popped into your minds. Even though you weren’t seeing each other every day like you did in school, you were probably getting closer to each other than you did during school.

It didn’t take long for you to find out Loki was going to the high school across town instead of the one next to your middle school. You were kind of bummed out about that when you found out, but at least it wasn’t like either of you were actually moving. You’d still be able to see each other on weekends and stuff, just like you were planning since your other best friend was moving to the next town over. You knew that for a good friendship like this, it didn’t really matter if you saw each other every day.

Throughout the year, the two of you kept in touch nearly every day even though you never physically saw each other. On the weekends you’d call for hours at a time on Skype, just happy to sit there as you each scrolled through whatever on your phones. You’d be texting during classes, he’d be telling you how he hated his new school because he didn’t know anyone there. You always talked about him transferring to your high school, but you both knew it probably wouldn’t happen. Even though it was unlikely, just saying it kept your hopes up, and it helped Loki get through his days. With everything that happened during your respective freshmen years, it was never like you went through it alone even if you didn’t have your two best friends there with you.

Near the end of your freshman year it happened. Loki got expelled from his high school. As soon as he was in the principal’s office waiting for his mom to show up, he had already started texting you. You were in Spanish when you got the first text. The entire year he’d been getting bullied by some other guys, and he’d finally reached his tipping point. He didn’t get into a physical fight or anything, but he’d blown up on them during class, and when his teacher tried to stop him, he’d yelled at her too. You didn’t know all the details, only what he’d told you, but you knew it had to be worse than you thought if your normally mild-mannered friend blew up like that.

He’d been freaking out when he talked to you about it, but you tried to calm him down by joking that he could finally transfer to your school if he got kicked out of his. When the news came that he’d officially been expelled, you didn’t know what to think. You were always worried about him, but if he came to your school then you could keep an eye on him and make sure he was okay. Your hopes were crushed about a week later when he found out that he wouldn’t be allowed to transfer to any of the schools in the district. That combined with other issues happening in his family just made the decision for his parents: they were going to move out of state for a fresh start.

When Loki told you he was moving out of state, you felt your heart shatter. He was one of your best friends, and you really couldn’t stand the fact that you wouldn’t be able to see him for who knows how long. What broke your heart even more was that you couldn’t see him on his last day in town, and that was all because your parents dragged you to the Verizon store to figure out what was wrong with your brother’s phone. Your mom felt bad about it later, but that didn’t change the fact that your best friend was now days away and you couldn’t see him one last time.

**********

You clicked on the username, heart breaking further as you saw the dreaded ‘User not found’ message. You already knew that he’d blocked you from his public account because that was the one he used more often, but it still hurt to see that someone you once considered a brother didn’t want you to know anything about his life. You switched over to your professional account, figuring he probably hadn’t blocked you on that one. Sure enough, the profile popped up and you were able to see his posts. His last one had only been a week ago at most.

**********

Throughout high school, the two of you still talked almost every day. The Skype calls started happening less frequently, but they still happened a couple times a month. He still struggled a bit in school; moving after high school already started was a definite change, but he’d been making friends that made it more bearable. You were happy for him, especially since that meant he had other people that could look out for him and be there for him when you couldn’t. 

Though he was having more fun at his new school and was starting to fit in more, he still wanted to come back to your state. He was the one that brought up the idea of both of you trying to get into the same college so you could eventually live together. During one of your Skype calls, you both worked on finding a college that you liked and would be good for what you each thought you wanted to major in. It took a few hours, but you finally found a college you could agree on, both of you excited for the future.

High school was also when you’d started writing and actually posting your stuff online. Loki was one of your biggest supporters, and when you started writing a story with original characters, he was one of the only ones to actually read through it. That encouragement just helped fuel your love for writing, and the two of you collaborated on a few stories so both of you could work on your skills. There were some nights you’d stay up until nearly dawn just to write and talk, and even now you looked back on those nights with fondness.

It wasn’t until your senior year that things kind of started to change. You and Loki still talked a lot, but you noticed he was more hesitant to tell you things that were happening in his life. You kind of figured it was due to the stress of college applications, trying to graduate, and ultimately just stress from life in general. You didn’t blame him, but you also didn’t want him to shut you out completely if he needed someone to be there for him. Even if you weren’t necessarily his first choice anymore, you still couldn’t get over that feeling you’d had since freshman year: you needed to protect him.

Near the end of your senior year, he told you something that you just couldn’t believe. Him and his family were moving back in state, but he was going to be living an hour away. You didn’t care about the distance, even just the possibility of seeing him in person again would be enough. He wouldn’t be back for your graduation, but that was because his school didn’t let out for another few weeks after yours. You tried to figure out if he’d be able to make it to the graduation party, but that was his last day before moving back; and when he was finally back, you’d be on vacation with your family in Spain.

As you were running around, trying to settle things for your graduation party, you watched the livestream for his graduation. Seeing him in his cap and gown, practically beaming as they called his name, made your heart swell in pride. He was in a much better place than he had been for a long time, and you were unbelievably proud of him. You made sure to screenshot him as he walked on the stage, getting his diploma that you knew he worked so hard for. As soon as the ceremony ended, you sent him a text telling him how proud of him you were, and how lucky you felt to call him your best friend.

**********

You scrolled through the pictures, reading his captions. He only had a few posts up, which wasn’t unusual because he tended to delete his older posts. He’d gotten a girlfriend, he was posting best friend appreciation posts about someone else, and you just felt your heart aching as you went through his profile. You were happy that he was doing well, but you still couldn’t help but feel sad about not being part of his life anymore. You knew that people grew apart, but you never imagined it could happen to the two of you. If you were being honest, thinking back on all of the time you’d spent together, being there for each other, and now facing this reality made you want to cry.

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If you could really place a time on when things changed, it would be your first year of college. The same year your friendship actually ended. You still tried talking to him, but it fell off like with all of your friends from home. You’d just gotten too busy with everything going on, and Loki didn’t really make the effort to reach out to you either. You checked in on him every now and then, but it just wasn’t the same.

It wasn’t until Thanksgiving that you’d actually properly talked to him again. One of your friends had started a ‘22 Things I’m Thankful For’ thing in her story, and you decided that would be fun so you did it too. You tagged Loki in it as one of the things you were thankful for, and that was when he messaged you. The two of you talked for a long time after that, and you agreed to Skype after you were both back from your Thanksgiving dinners. That night the two of you talked for hours just like you did during high school, and things felt right. 

After Thanksgiving, the two of you talked more often than you had during the first part of the semester. You called a couple times, and it felt like things were going back to normal. As time went on, though, things fell off again. It was during spring semester that you realized he’d removed you from his followers, and when you tried to refollow him, he blocked you. It hurt, but you weren’t going to push him about it. It wasn’t like he was responding to your texts anyways.

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You would never fault him for deciding he didn’t want to be your friend anymore, that was his choice who he wanted in his life. There were times that you felt like you needed him, simply because there had been no one that you could trust enough to vent to like you trusted him, but he’d made it clear how things were now. He’d given you six amazing years of friendship, and you were so grateful for that. Sure, sometimes you wondered why he made his decision, but you respected it. You were happy to see your friends grow and get the world (because honestly they deserved the world), even if that meant it was without you. You clicked out of his page, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill over.

The empty feeling would go away eventually, you knew that. Maybe there could be some point in the future that you’d be able to message him and the two of you would reminisce on the good times you’d had. Maybe he’d reach out to you and the two of you would pick up right where you left off like you always seemed to. Maybe neither of those things would happen and you’d just be left with the memories. You made peace with that, and looked back at your laptop. It wasn’t the new chapter that you promised, but you had something to tell your readers now.

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